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In the beginning were the Words, and the Words made the world. I am the Words. The Words are everything. Where the Words end the world ends. You cannot go forward in an absence of space. Repeat.
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In the beginning were the Words, and the Words made the world. I am the Words. The Words are everything. Where the Words end the world ends. You cannot go forward in an absence of space. Repeat.
7 yrs ago
you feel your statuses crawling on your back
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I love you!
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w.d.y.w.f.m
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J-Lite is my bias omg (and I don't even like K-pop but wow.)
Bio
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.
I think they both should be working together! It would make sense they were partners, as of recent, no? Also, Ollie has history with Shou, so I feel really abd getting rid of him that easily. :c And he's got Shine City history, too.
@Stern Algorithm Also! I think I like her! :D She's super cute and plenty brilliant. (And Shakti is the hindi word for strength, ding ding ding!) Move her over, kid! Look forward to seeing this bombshell in-game! :)
And, for this evening, staying at home we have @Mateotis oh Jake, what a good boy! Does he want to go out after his little tinkering session with his tools? Hopefully he does - or he could always wait for the morning after! (Shou will make an appearance then, too!)
And speaking of our favourite biology professor...
I found this and I propose it to be Shine City's official theme song.
"Shine city, bitch."
EDIT: Thinking of rewriting the lyrics of that for Shine City tbh xD I'm not a good rapper but if anyone here can, I'd like them to try it when I'm done, too!
@awkwarddingo Poof! I read through Booker, and I think he's great. :D I'll let Dynamo have the final-final say, because I feel the bio/personality might be a tiiiiiny bit too short (just fluff it up a little! xD) but otherwise, he looks perfect! Would love having him in the characters tab after just a couple of edits.
We are now officially on a timer, counting down the days for Tsubasa's life, everyone! Make each day last, as it were. :') Monday morning will be Shou's turn to rise and shine. Ah, those Monday morning blues!
"It's summertime..." the woman brushed a hand through her long, thinning hair before letting it fall limp to her side from the ponytail she had tied it up in. "A season full of new beginnings, and happiness abound. And still, it makes me so very...melancholy."
Tsubasa gazed up at the gentle black sky, stars glittering as bright as the notorious lights of Shine City itself. She stood in the centre of the park, in what seemed to be pitch blackness otherwise. Pulling the fabric of her coat over her sky-blue dress a little tighter, she breathed a soft, weak breath before lowering her head, and with her eyes focused firmly on the ground before her, took step after step to the one place she knew she had to be that evening. It was unusual, but hers was one of the special cases handled by the psychologist, Bridge Templeton. After all, it was not an easy feat dealing with somebody whose problems could not be fixed with mere medication alone. She only hoped he had time to hear her out, and offer her somewhere warm to sit, and perhaps have a little cry.
For a warm summer's evening, Tsubasa Yukimori felt very, very cold.
"Doctor Templeton, I beg, please, let me in..." a soft voice called from behind the door of the psychologist's office. Her hands shook delicately as she prepared herself to mentally break the news to her psychologist/psychiatrist, too. He was as good as both, to her, even helping her as far as getting the required medication to keep her moods in check. "...I need to speak to you. Please, doctor. Please..."
The door to the small apartment creaked open, and the young Bridge Templeton, hazy in the evening's glow, blinked up at the woman from behind spectacles. Something about him signalled his emotions. It was concern, and far from disgust, to the young woman's relief. "Miss Yukimori. Please...please come in."
He ushered the woman inside, and almost immediately, upon noticing her shivering, left her alone in his 'therapy room', on the lavish couch, as he went to fetch a shawl or blanket to put over her shoulders. When he returned, he had noticed the woman staring blankly into the distance, where his psychologist's chair stood. It was empty, and the leather stared back at Tsubasa. Her eyes didn't focus at the chair, no. Instead, it seemed her gaze went right through it, and she had the expression of a deer being caught in the headlights. It took Dr. Templeton a little while to have the young woman open up, after providing her with a hot drink and fetching his pen and pad hurriedly. There was still a tired look about his eyes, but concern for his patients was the overriding emotion. Especially this woman right here.
Tsubasa had been seeing Dr. Templeton since soon after she was diagnosed, and had always seen him just as much of a life counsellor as a psychologist. Despite some of his suggestions, her parents chose to do the opposite, such as foregoing the necessary medical procedures that might have had a chance - albeit very small - of saving their daughter. Needless to say, they would spend the world's fortune or more on her, evidenced by the little envelope she carried, filled with bills she would use to pay for this particular session. This, or any future one, might be her last, after all.
"Doctor Templeton..." she croaked, voice hardly above a mixture of a stammer and a whisper, and her eyes never looking up at his. Instead, she continued to stare, right through the chair, her lips in a traumatised frown, only moving ever so slightly when she was made to speak. "...they told me."
"Told you, Tsubasa?" he responded, his voice caring, coaxing the information out of her. Despite the fact that he was a chatty enthusiast, he also knew how to be serious when the occasion called. And this woman looked as if she was about to break down any second.
"I have a month, doctor." "A month until...?" "The doctors say I have thirty days until I..." her voice trailed off, and she bit her lower lip, only to notice its quivering. Nevertheless, what had to be said could not be avoided. It had to be said. "It's getting worse, doctor. My hair is beginning to fall out. I have to visit the hospital again and again now, more frequently than ever. They have to take care of me. One day, I'll...I'll be in a hospital bed, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get up again to see the sunrise. Or the sky. Doctor Templeton, you know how much I love the sky. I'll...miss it, when I leave." "Leave, Tsubasa?" "Doctor. They told me that I have about thirty days, give or take, before my life comes to an end."
"...I see." the psychologist murmured, hardly fazed. After all, it was in his profession to maintain his cool, especially at times like this. Still, it was unnerving, hearing about someone's imminent death, and being powerless to stop it from happening. Something, he wished, something there was to do for her. But in this case, Tsubasa had been sick for a long time, and not many people made it past two months tops if diagnosed in such a direct manner. It could be sheer luck that she made it another six months, but still. Bridge Templeton knew as well as his patient that every single day would have to be lived as if it were the last.
"There's no hope, is there, doctor...?" the woman curled up where she sat, into a smaller ball, kicking off her flats and huddling close on the couch. "I'm really going to die, aren't I?"
"You might be, Tsubasa. But that doesn't change who you are. It won't change who you are until you end up dying, after all. I know you, and I know that this isn't...how you want to spend your life. I could do a lot of psychological readings, and prescribe you medicine, but that wouldn't help either of us in this case. For now, Tsubasa, I want you to enjoy what you can, while you're still here. I want you to make the most of it for me." He paused. "Can you do that, for me?"
The woman looked up from behind teary hazel eyes. They had collected in the corners of her eyelids, and when meeting his gaze, spilled like tiny streams down her cheeks. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth open, as if in disbelief, as if she was going to say something. Yet, as it were, nothing came out. One second passed, which became five, which then became ten. "...yes, doctor." the woman whispered, her lips contorting into a forced, melancholy smile as she reached up a hand to wipe away her tears. "I promise I'll live out these days like I wanted to live out the rest of my life."
Shou can join the club, guys! xD Straight as a broomstick... Well, when it's not bent by force, that is... Totally not imagining Shou being a total submissive character, nope nope nope. NOPE.
I guess he counts a liiiittle less because he's a heterosexual male character being written by a heterosexual female in real life, so ayyy xD
"Let's make the most of what we have, before it's too late, hmm?"
Name: Tsubasa Yukimori
Age: 23
Appearance: Long, chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes like leaves in approaching autumn, with golden-brown rings around the pupils. In stature, she is fairly weak, and can be prone to passing out time and time again, and her skin is fairly pale, and she appears tired, when not covering up with makeup, too.
Height: 167cm (5'6")
Weight: 52kg (115lbs)
Likes: Observing people, children and happy families, fountains and the beach, greenery, youth, optimism, making memories, miracles, flowers, animals of all kinds.
Dislikes: Hospital beds, despair, giving up, people believing themselves to be less than they are, animal cruelty, sunburns, being alone (especially at night), uncertainty.
Party Trick: Surprisingly, a good mixologist! Can mix up lots of drinks!
Profession: Discharged from her duties as a nurse, but still refuses to quit work.
Bio/Personality: Tsubasa was always a sweet child, and an only child as well, growing up in a nearby community and moving later to Shine City with her parents. She had a cat from in her teenage years that is getting older now, and she is approaching the end of her life as well, named Cocoa. She is modest to a fault, and optimistic in nature, despite her more than pessimist-inducing circumstances. She is warm and kind and hopeful, and though she was considered a quiet child, is more of a social butterfly now than in her past as a child and teenager, seeing the world as a much more beautiful place than she thought before.
Approximately three months ago, Tsubasa was diagnosed with a terminal illness that was, sadly, genetic. It was not unheard of in her family, but still, her parents never expected it to happen to their only daughter. Of course, they were devastated, and because of their bad experiences with the treatments in the case of Tsubasa's grandfather and generally eastern-mindsets and disbelief in emerging western medicine, they opted not to put their child through chemotherapy, despite the fact that it may have increased her life expectancy or not (which explains her long hair, that is now weak and brittle and not as thick and lively as it once was, but still easily reaches her knees.) She is twenty-three years old but the sickness has evident tolls on her which she covers up with make-up, including premature wrinkles and skin that looks deader by the day.
She decided that she would not spend the last of the month(/s?) the doctors had presumed she would live sans treatment indoors and moping, and so, after plenty of therapy from the up-and-coming psychologist, going by Dr. Bridge Templeton, she has come to terms with her illness, and now looks to enjoy life in Shine City for what she never could before. She also hopes to find love in the brief time she has left in the world, and will never, out of stubbornness, open up to just anybody about her illness. As far as she is concerned, she is just a feather from a wing floating in the air current that life has in store for her, and her objective is to touch and influence as many lives as she can along the way, and make as many others happy as she possibly can before she has to go. She hopes that will be enough to get her into heaven, having been raised in a fairly religious family with strong beliefs about the afterlife and karma, and one's good deeds.
[center][b]Call me Ginger![/b]
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.
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