Tempted to give Leo a gender-swap for convenience sakes. << But then that would screw up everything and I would have no explanation for his previous...err. Masculinity.
Who doesn't love a blue-haired drummer who likes to read and is on the borderline of perverted to all hell and knows how to cook and is a great family member and
genderbends. That's who. And the difficulty that comes with them. >> Damnit.
If he is, I'm probably gonna make him flat for the lols.
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Call me Ginger!
GMT+1
Future veterinarian, presently irreverently funny self-deprecator and literature hobbyist.
Casual-advanced. 1x1 and Group RP, no preference.
Up to make mischief, make memories, and make a fool of myself.
And maybe roleplay a little on the side. :)
Dating @Mateotis who is much more active than I am here, but also decidedly a much more gifted writer/poet. Hound him if you're looking for me.
A little sickly and evidently severely lacking in impulse-control, so patience is appreciated in general.
I'll remain forever royal,
I'll repay my parents' debt.
Duty means doing the things your heart may well regret.
GMT+1
Future veterinarian, presently irreverently funny self-deprecator and literature hobbyist.
Casual-advanced. 1x1 and Group RP, no preference.
Up to make mischief, make memories, and make a fool of myself.
And maybe roleplay a little on the side. :)
Dating @Mateotis who is much more active than I am here, but also decidedly a much more gifted writer/poet. Hound him if you're looking for me.
A little sickly and evidently severely lacking in impulse-control, so patience is appreciated in general.
I'll remain forever royal,
I'll repay my parents' debt.
Duty means doing the things your heart may well regret.
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wat.
There aren't enough ladies for the both of our characters to obsess over, Sumika, darling. >>
You know what that means? Accept more female characters. Yaaaay!
There aren't enough ladies for the both of our characters to obsess over, Sumika, darling. >>
You know what that means? Accept more female characters. Yaaaay!
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Ooh, question, question!
Are you going to pick the characters' notebooks or are we going to do them ourselves?
I would expect that to be put in the "I would like..." section of the character sheet, but correct me if I'm wrong.
Also, reading through the rules on the site, it says that "The Lovers" can pertain to two beings. Do both have to come from the same person? EG, I make two characters, or can me and another person both make characters to fill those positions?
EDIT: Also, your signature. Mekakucity Actors aaaaah! <3
Are you going to pick the characters' notebooks or are we going to do them ourselves?
I would expect that to be put in the "I would like..." section of the character sheet, but correct me if I'm wrong.
Also, reading through the rules on the site, it says that "The Lovers" can pertain to two beings. Do both have to come from the same person? EG, I make two characters, or can me and another person both make characters to fill those positions?
EDIT: Also, your signature. Mekakucity Actors aaaaah! <3
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Absolutely beautiful. Interest spiked.
Posted, huzzah! Hello! ^^
The scream, when it came, was about to spur Leo into action. There was never a moment to waste when a lady was in trouble, though he had to ball his fists and bite his tongue when the brigade of students already making their way to the sound swooped past their doorway, and made him inhale sharply in surprise, before staggering back with a hand in his hair. So many people, it was almost like a stampede. Overwhelming.
He shook his head, and decided he most probably wasn't going to get involved with it this time. There were plenty of people to frighten themselves over it. It wasn't that he was cowardly, it must have been the case of the girl tripping and falling and hurting herself on the stairs, maybe twisting an ankle, tearing a ligament or whatnot. It would be easily tended to be a nurse if she was quickly escorted to one.
As a new student, however, an injury as had occurred was nowhere in his immediate line of thought of what had happened, as he shrugged it off and chose to hang in the doorway, watching as his new roommate silently went off towards the scream as well. He wasn't one to ask someone who was clearly focused on something many questions. He brushed it aside. It wasn't of insane importance. Though the hallways were now eerily quiet, since most of the hotblooded inhabitants had left to check out where the scream came from, and only a handful remained behind.
Leo was one of them.
And as of the moment, the only person who had absolutely nothing to do with the scene of the crime.
Absolutely. Nothing. He didn't even go to that place before, or do anything that might have caused a panic.
...right?
Regardless, he picked up his novel again and chose to wolf down the last couple of pages before he reached the end of a chapter, it was a mystery-thriller, Dan Brown kind of novel. The kind that can get really engrossing, but the more time you stay away from it, the more delicious unwrapping the story becomes. He was sat in a comfortable, cushiony armchair in the room, one of two on either end of an end-table with a reading lamp on it, and almost missed the sounds of hurried chatter that passed by his door again. His roommate was soon to return, though it wasn't lights out yet, but the evening was drawing pretty late. He'd at least make an effort to go meet the neighbours.
For the moment, however, his roommate's return was of a priority.
And so the crisp crinkling of pages continued, clear blue eyes absorbing every last inked word.
He shook his head, and decided he most probably wasn't going to get involved with it this time. There were plenty of people to frighten themselves over it. It wasn't that he was cowardly, it must have been the case of the girl tripping and falling and hurting herself on the stairs, maybe twisting an ankle, tearing a ligament or whatnot. It would be easily tended to be a nurse if she was quickly escorted to one.
As a new student, however, an injury as had occurred was nowhere in his immediate line of thought of what had happened, as he shrugged it off and chose to hang in the doorway, watching as his new roommate silently went off towards the scream as well. He wasn't one to ask someone who was clearly focused on something many questions. He brushed it aside. It wasn't of insane importance. Though the hallways were now eerily quiet, since most of the hotblooded inhabitants had left to check out where the scream came from, and only a handful remained behind.
Leo was one of them.
And as of the moment, the only person who had absolutely nothing to do with the scene of the crime.
Absolutely. Nothing. He didn't even go to that place before, or do anything that might have caused a panic.
...right?
Regardless, he picked up his novel again and chose to wolf down the last couple of pages before he reached the end of a chapter, it was a mystery-thriller, Dan Brown kind of novel. The kind that can get really engrossing, but the more time you stay away from it, the more delicious unwrapping the story becomes. He was sat in a comfortable, cushiony armchair in the room, one of two on either end of an end-table with a reading lamp on it, and almost missed the sounds of hurried chatter that passed by his door again. His roommate was soon to return, though it wasn't lights out yet, but the evening was drawing pretty late. He'd at least make an effort to go meet the neighbours.
For the moment, however, his roommate's return was of a priority.
And so the crisp crinkling of pages continued, clear blue eyes absorbing every last inked word.
Posted! And I have no idea how laughing gas feels like, but I'm assuming this is as close as I'll get!
And hm...Seven Deadly Sins, you say? Alright, when the occasion arises, I'll make it evident...ahaha.
Anywho, the post might be edited when I'm in a more productive state of mind, since it's written at a time like this ahhhh. This is the basic skeleton, and may or may not be fleshed out. But I felt I absolutely had to post, y'know? My inner writer would not let me not.
I hope I can flesh it out and make little details within later edits, if there are any!
Thank you, and good night! <3
And hm...Seven Deadly Sins, you say? Alright, when the occasion arises, I'll make it evident...ahaha.
Anywho, the post might be edited when I'm in a more productive state of mind, since it's written at a time like this ahhhh. This is the basic skeleton, and may or may not be fleshed out. But I felt I absolutely had to post, y'know? My inner writer would not let me not.
I hope I can flesh it out and make little details within later edits, if there are any!
Thank you, and good night! <3
"W-wait!" came a faint whimpering from somewhere in between as the crowd flocked to the door, drowned out with all the other voices, cheers and the shuffling of feet in expensive shoes and whatever else the Swedes happened to be indulging in as they made their way to the door "S-stop! Please!"
To no avail, however. Maybe they just didn't understand English cries for help? Swedish was obviously out of the question. It wasn't like Erika was one of the first to be able to enter the ballroom and quickly find a quiet spot, or the last to sneak in half an hour after the commotion had died down. No, she'd had the bad luck of being caught in the crowd, and tight spaces packed with so many people made her nervous. Made her dizzy, lightheaded almost. But wait...was that really just the crowd?
Surviving the stampede and gathering up the back of her dress in her hands so not as to have anyone step on it, she could only catch a breather and let it flow once the doors had flown open and everyone was ushered inside, and she had the courage to open her eyes. Blindly led by a massive crowd, she'd failed to see the true beauty of the room she found herself in before. She could now.
It was huge, and it was glorious. The tables and chairs and their arrangements, the band playing their scrumptious jazz at the very end of the hall, illuminated by the stage-lights that gave their faces and their instruments an unearthly hue, the tables of food covered in silver domes whose contents could only be left to the imagination, and the bar to which the more eager Swedes flocked to to enjoy a drink.
She was still panting, trying to take in all her surroundings at once, and trying to gauge how many people the dance-floor that started at her feet could fit before she found a waitress confront her, and before she could so much as say anything, she was being guided through a crowd with a hand at her back and her head spinning and struggling to take in all the surroundings.
She was helpless to being pushed around like that, though if she was in more of a stable mental state, she'd ask how, or why, and where.
However, for the moment, the oddity of everything being so...funny...
She found herself glancing at the passing Swedes as she neared the stage, smirking a little under her breath at just how ridiculous everyone seemed to look, and by the time she reached the crowd waiting at the side of the stage, she was already giggling at everyone's attire, and giddily nodded vigorously to all David's 'yeahs' and 'ehs'.
"Y-yup!"
She even gave the others gathered around there a little wave as David climbed onto the stage with his sister. And before she could hold her tongue...
"Look! It's the doc! Hiya, doc! And...and it's James! Ja-ames! Boy, do you look dapper! And...and oh my god, those earrings are so rad." she pointed with a shaky hand to the man who had the earrings, continuing in the same amused, hushed whisper as David spoke, barely paying attention to what he said. "I still dunno who you are...heh. And...and oh my god, it's youuu!" wilder hand gestures at Rikki. "From the limo, with the aaaale! I totally love your outfit, by the way!"
She broke away into a fit of giggles, and more unrestrained laughter at David's little quips. It was difficult even getting her on stage with how much her knees were shaking in those dainty heels and she was giggling like a schoolgirl. She'd almost have missed Ingrid's little check on her, and she gave her a confused expression, like she barely understood the language she was speaking, "Huuuuuh? Whaaa-"
And before she could finish, she was pushed up onto stage, and stood in position, next to Rikki as her name had been called after. She fiddled restlessly with the frills of her dress, biting her lip though evidently still trying to stifle a lot of giggles that just needed to escape.
Which did. The very second David called her name to introduce her.
"Ho, Sweden!" she chanted, a fist thrown into the air and laughter following much after, "Tha...hahaha! Thanks for the party! You guys rock!"
More lightheadedness. More giddy dizziness. More weak knees and involuntary bodily twitching. It was a struggle to even climb down the stairs, though she wasn't laughing in the time those very actions were made.
Her goal? To find somewhere she could get some water. Nice and cold, to down and try and get a hold of things better. The bar seemed like the best option right now, and that meant pushing one's way past the growingly-crowded dance-floor.
Normally, she would have tried not to bother anyone. Now? She found herself doing that...in the most flouncy way possible, completely defeating the earlier intention. She spun to and away from a handful of dance-partners before finding carpet again, and marching herself over to the bar as best as she could. She almost collapsed into a free stool and giggled at the bartender, as if to get his attention.
"Hey, tall glass of water, can I get a tall glass of water?"
To no avail, however. Maybe they just didn't understand English cries for help? Swedish was obviously out of the question. It wasn't like Erika was one of the first to be able to enter the ballroom and quickly find a quiet spot, or the last to sneak in half an hour after the commotion had died down. No, she'd had the bad luck of being caught in the crowd, and tight spaces packed with so many people made her nervous. Made her dizzy, lightheaded almost. But wait...was that really just the crowd?
Surviving the stampede and gathering up the back of her dress in her hands so not as to have anyone step on it, she could only catch a breather and let it flow once the doors had flown open and everyone was ushered inside, and she had the courage to open her eyes. Blindly led by a massive crowd, she'd failed to see the true beauty of the room she found herself in before. She could now.
It was huge, and it was glorious. The tables and chairs and their arrangements, the band playing their scrumptious jazz at the very end of the hall, illuminated by the stage-lights that gave their faces and their instruments an unearthly hue, the tables of food covered in silver domes whose contents could only be left to the imagination, and the bar to which the more eager Swedes flocked to to enjoy a drink.
She was still panting, trying to take in all her surroundings at once, and trying to gauge how many people the dance-floor that started at her feet could fit before she found a waitress confront her, and before she could so much as say anything, she was being guided through a crowd with a hand at her back and her head spinning and struggling to take in all the surroundings.
She was helpless to being pushed around like that, though if she was in more of a stable mental state, she'd ask how, or why, and where.
However, for the moment, the oddity of everything being so...funny...
She found herself glancing at the passing Swedes as she neared the stage, smirking a little under her breath at just how ridiculous everyone seemed to look, and by the time she reached the crowd waiting at the side of the stage, she was already giggling at everyone's attire, and giddily nodded vigorously to all David's 'yeahs' and 'ehs'.
"Y-yup!"
She even gave the others gathered around there a little wave as David climbed onto the stage with his sister. And before she could hold her tongue...
"Look! It's the doc! Hiya, doc! And...and it's James! Ja-ames! Boy, do you look dapper! And...and oh my god, those earrings are so rad." she pointed with a shaky hand to the man who had the earrings, continuing in the same amused, hushed whisper as David spoke, barely paying attention to what he said. "I still dunno who you are...heh. And...and oh my god, it's youuu!" wilder hand gestures at Rikki. "From the limo, with the aaaale! I totally love your outfit, by the way!"
She broke away into a fit of giggles, and more unrestrained laughter at David's little quips. It was difficult even getting her on stage with how much her knees were shaking in those dainty heels and she was giggling like a schoolgirl. She'd almost have missed Ingrid's little check on her, and she gave her a confused expression, like she barely understood the language she was speaking, "Huuuuuh? Whaaa-"
And before she could finish, she was pushed up onto stage, and stood in position, next to Rikki as her name had been called after. She fiddled restlessly with the frills of her dress, biting her lip though evidently still trying to stifle a lot of giggles that just needed to escape.
Which did. The very second David called her name to introduce her.
"Ho, Sweden!" she chanted, a fist thrown into the air and laughter following much after, "Tha...hahaha! Thanks for the party! You guys rock!"
More lightheadedness. More giddy dizziness. More weak knees and involuntary bodily twitching. It was a struggle to even climb down the stairs, though she wasn't laughing in the time those very actions were made.
Her goal? To find somewhere she could get some water. Nice and cold, to down and try and get a hold of things better. The bar seemed like the best option right now, and that meant pushing one's way past the growingly-crowded dance-floor.
Normally, she would have tried not to bother anyone. Now? She found herself doing that...in the most flouncy way possible, completely defeating the earlier intention. She spun to and away from a handful of dance-partners before finding carpet again, and marching herself over to the bar as best as she could. She almost collapsed into a free stool and giggled at the bartender, as if to get his attention.
"Hey, tall glass of water, can I get a tall glass of water?"
Your post breeding was absolutely fabulous. Thanks for getting the ball rolling, Flavia, doll! :D Now I can post and react because I feel horridly empty and selfish for making Erika such a busybody and up in everybody's business and
oh god no you know what thought I've been plagued with lately? That she's a Mary Sue. And it stings. And I don't know how to make her any LESS of a Mary Sue, it just. >> Halp.
Time to write up my post then! Huzzah, inspiration!
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Oh, and thank you, you charming lot! <3
oh god no you know what thought I've been plagued with lately? That she's a Mary Sue. And it stings. And I don't know how to make her any LESS of a Mary Sue, it just. >> Halp.
Time to write up my post then! Huzzah, inspiration!
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Oh, and thank you, you charming lot! <3
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pls halp.
pls halp.
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