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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've read the posts! They're definitely detailed. I'm at the part where everyone is waking up in their rooms. ...it's been two hours and I'm only on page two. Angst! At least I know there are some gifts given out now, though!
Would it be possible to get a super-quick summary of what's gone on until now? ...as much as I really would like to go through five more pages (8 hour total if I'm lucky), I wanna jump in soon, and have some semblance of what's happening. A bullet point summary would be darling, if anyone can...thank you!
Marianne has dark skin and heavy-lashed large, dulled-teal eyes that slant more towards blue than green. She has a graceful posture and her movements are all mostly careful, fluid and sweeping. She is about 5'5" with long, thick dark hair down to just below her hips. Sometimes there are stray blades of grass caught in the tips of her hair, and occasionally even small leaves. It's almost impossible for her to brush all the tangles out, though her hair is maintained adequately well. She wears sundresses more often than not, though the one constant despite the attire she chooses is a little necklace of black cord around her neck with a 'pendant' consisting of a little clear lipgloss tube filled with a pale green paste. It can immediately be seen that she enjoys the outdoors and being in the sun from the light tan, even on her dark skin. A little bit of chubbiness gathers on her thighs, hips, chest and upper arms that she's conscious about. She can be seen smiling at everyone - and everything - and it is very, very rare for her dark eyebrows to knit together in anger or frustration. It seems her two most prominent emotions are contentment first, followed by curiosity. Melancholia falls in line as a much, much further behind third.
𝗔𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:
She was admitted not too long ago for surgery on a freak ovarian cyst that nobody in her family realised was there until it became obvious to the point where she woke up one night feverish and screaming in pain. They let it sit for a day and with normal medicine not working as they had hoped, they rushed her to Axis Mundi for treatment. Thankfully, she was a couple of days into recovery and being up on her feet and walking again. This makes it so that she can move rather slowly at the moment, and even if her stitches are dissolvable, there's a risk of them opening up if she exerts herself with things such as running, jumping or climbing. It also explains why she cannot wear more than sundresses for the moment, and nothing quite too tight or body-hugging under the waist.
𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆:
Marianne likes to think of herself as a makeshift Florence Nightingale, although nursing isn't her speciality and there's not much her reach encompasses beyond herbal remedies. That being said, she is fully confident in her work, believing that the right medicinal herb concoction can be a cure (albeit working in the long-term) for anything. She believes in it almost religiously, and this unfortunately clouds her mind and judgement when other matters that may need more immediate medical attention or artificially synthesised medicine are concerned. Adhering to her self-professed title, she possessed the quality of diligence as a nurse (as is required to maintain a herb garden) so is very careful to check things, and quick to find differences or faults from a previous scene.
Otherwise, she is gentle and kind, often seen smiling. She can be very forward if something runs by her thoughts and tends not to get flustered easily, but usually it's a case of her being a little slow to register the situation. She loves things of beauty and especially being outside, having a particular fondness for almost all kinds of flowers. This extends from flora to fauna, as she adores all animals, especially those in nature (that being said, in a lot of cases, the more frightened, timid or wilder ones don't particularly adore her back.)
Her speech is slow and methodical, and she seems to need to focus really hard on particularly complex problems. She isn't adverse to asking for help though, and may be naive in her beliefs (which she strongly preaches to everyone time and time again) that there's a little bit of good in everyone in the world, no matter who they are.
𝗧𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗮:
- The other members of her family consist of her parents, her older sister and their two dogs (one for each daughter, or so their parents claimed.) Marianne has a mixed Border collie called Dahlia, whereas her sister has a mixed Saluki called Diana. - A quick internet search of her would direct you to very simple information about her, such as old student class list names on school websites. Not much more seems apparent about Marianne Roche. - She is a bit of a romantic and has a soft spot for otome-games. - She likes to participate in online forums discussing life, passions, ambitions and dreams. She prefers to express herself online through text than having to speak in person, a trait of which she is disappointed in herself. Despite this, she doesn't have a massive presence on traditional social media; being tagged in pictures more than tagging others, nothing much more strange than a college student's life would look like. - She drinks a lot of tea. Coffee makes her turn her nose up judgementally. - She likes sweet things and flavourful cooking. As a picky eater, she sometimes refuses to eat or eats very little if the food is too bland. On the flip side, she can tend to overeat when it's to her liking. - She speaks in a definite accent despite having fluent control over the English language. It can be traced to Moroccan-French.
ahahHA you're so silly, silly! I joined for Tower life and carnage life both! There's nothing quite as riveting ad both. At the same time. It'll be awesome.
I actually didn't have any pre-made ships, unfortunately. I didn't even know if i was gonna be accepted, eep. Truth be told, I found this after I formulated my character in my head. I just think it's wonderful that we can do this, too!
Marianne has dark skin and heavy-lashed large, dulled-teal eyes that slant more towards blue than green. She has a graceful posture and her movements are all mostly careful, fluid and sweeping. She is about 5'5" with long, thick dark hair down to just below her hips. Sometimes there are stray blades of grass caught in the tips of her hair, and occasionally even small leaves. It's almost impossible for her to brush all the tangles out, though her hair is maintained adequately well. She wears sundresses more often than not, though the one constant despite the attire she chooses is a little necklace of black cord around her neck with 'pendants' consisting of two little lipgloss tubes filled with green pastes, one slightly darker then the other. It can immediately be seen that she enjoys the outdoors and being in the sun from the light tan, even on her dark skin. A little bit of chubbiness gathers on her thighs, hips, chest and upper arms that she's conscious about. She can be seen smiling at everyone - and everything - and it is very, very rare for her dark eyebrows to knit together in anger or frustration. It seems her two most prominent emotions are contentment first, followed by curiosity. Melancholia falls in line as a much, much further behind third.
𝗔𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:
She was admitted not too long ago for surgery on a freak ovarian cyst that nobody in her family realised was there until it became obvious to the point where she woke up one night feverish and screaming in pain. They let it sit for a day and with normal medicine not working as they had hoped, they rushed her to Axis Mundi for treatment. Thankfully, she was a couple of days into recovery and being up on her feet and walking again. This makes it so that she can move rather slowly at the moment, and even if her stitches are dissolvable, there's a risk of them opening up if she exerts herself with things such as running, jumping or climbing. It also explains why she cannot wear more than sundresses for the moment, and nothing quite too tight or body-hugging under the waist.
𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆:
Marianne likes to think of herself as a makeshift Florence Nightingale, although nursing isn't her speciality and there's not much her reach encompasses beyond herbal remedies. That being said, she is fully confident in her work, believing that the right medicinal herb concoction can be a cure (albeit working in the long-term) for anything. She believes in it almost religiously, and this unfortunately clouds her mind and judgement when other matters that may need more immediate medical attention or artificially synthesised medicine are concerned. Adhering to her self-professed title, she possessed the quality of diligence as a nurse (as is required to maintain a herb garden) so is very careful to check things, and quick to find differences or faults from a previous scene.
Otherwise, she is gentle and kind, often seen smiling. She tends not to get flustered easily, but usually it's a case of her being a little slow to register the situation. She loves things of beauty and especially being outside, having a particular fondness for almost all kinds of flowers. This extends from flora to fauna, as she adores all animals, especially those in nature (that being said, in a lot of cases, the more frightened, timid or wilder ones don't particularly adore her back.)
Her speech is slow and methodical, and she seems to need to focus really hard on particularly complex problems. She isn't adverse to asking for help though, and may be naive in her beliefs (which she strongly preaches to everyone time and time again) that there's a little bit of good in everyone in the world, no matter who they are.
𝗧𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗮:
- The other members of her family consist of her parents, her older sister and their two dogs (one for each daughter, or so their parents claimed.) Marianne has a mixed Border collie called Dahlia, whereas her sister has a mixed Saluki called Diana. - A quick internet search of her would direct you to very simple information about her, such as student class list names on school websites. Not much more seems apparent about Marianne Roche. - She is a bit of a romantic and has a soft spot for otome-games. - She likes to participate in online forums discussing life, passions, ambitions and dreams. She prefers to express herself online through text than having to speak in person, a trait of which she is disappointed in herself. - She drinks a lot of tea. Coffee makes her turn her nose up judgementally. - She likes sweet things and flavourful cooking. As a picky eater, she sometimes refuses to eat or eats very little if the food is too bland. On the flip side, she can tend to overeat when it's to her liking. - She speaks in a definite accent despite having fluent control over the English language. It can be traced to Moroccan-French.
The drive back somehow seemed longer, with the worried professor constantly glancing back from the road to the sleeping girl in the passenger seat. He wanted to protect her. To keep her safe, and warm, and happy, just as her parents had always wanted for her. He didn’t even put the radio on, for fear of waking her up, and when they reached his house, a quaint little villa on the city’s suburbs, he wordlessly parked the car and, met with little resistance, picked up one very tired Patience again, bringing her inside and setting her onto the couch downstairs, before flicking on the switches to give his open-kitchen a soft, orange glow. “Patience…? You were hungry? ...would you like anything to eat? I can’t cook you anything edible, but I have some ramen, and some leftovers from the rice from yesterday, but you probably won’t like that...err.”
Being brought into Shou’s home caused the redhead to stir from her short-lived slumber, still stuck in the same drunken stupor she had been all night. She was honestly not sure where she was when her eyes flitted open. All she knew was that the clothes she was wearing were entirely too uncomfortable. Compulsively, Patience threw everything off until she was as nude as the day she was born. Finally! She was complacent! The hot air didn’t bother her anymore and she could enjoy the cool draft that wafted through the home. The woman’s figure perked up when Shou’s voice resonated from the kitchen, asking what she wanted to eat. Slowly and clumsily, her feet carried her into the kitchen to fully inspect what he was talking about. However, the first thing to enter her line of sight and train of thought was the Professor’s rear. She wanted to grab it! And so she did. Both hands roughly manhandled his cheeks and she let out a girly giggle in tandem. ”Shquish, shquish, shquish!” she laughed out in her enjoyment. Not once did Patience mention what she wanted to eat and seemed to have lost all interest in her appetite.
“G-gah!” Shou was surprised yet again (this seemed to be happening too much this evening), for while he was rummaging through his cabinets for something suitable for his young houseguest to snack on, he suddenly felt...groped. In a rather uncomfortable manner, too, and he jumped in response with a sound not unlike a nervous yelp. Turning to face the source, his eyes fell upon a completely naked Patience and- G-g-g-g-g...gaaaaaah! Blood erupted from the young professor’s nose and he frantically grabbed for a paper towel to dab at it. It trickled and leaked down to his upper lip, and he held the woman at bay with the other hand. “P-p-p-patience!” he stammered, eyes trained solely on the girl’s face and nowhere else. “Patience, please put something on, I...oh god, oh god. Okay, listen, I-I-I…” Quite evidently panicking, he turned away from her again, and luckily having reached for what looked like a big packet of crisps, he tugged it down from the upper shelf of the cabinets like his life depended on it, thrusting it into the naked woman’s arms. “K-k-k-keep it. I-I’m going to bed upstairs, I-I-I...I-if you need anything, just come...a-ahaha...g-get me.” Sidestepping out of her way (and almost tripping over his own feet at that), Shou darted for the stairs and his bedroom upstairs, only later realising that there was no lock and that he wouldn’t have locked her out even if he had wanted. Whereas the professor ran up, a tall, elegant figure made its way down, sitting obediently at the visitor’s feet and cocking his head up at her. It was none other but the alert and simple Romeo, wagging his tail as he licked the naked girl’s hand as if there was absolutely nothing wrong with this picture. Visitors were always nice! Shou needed more of them! Meanwhile, upstairs, Shou glared at his alarm as he stripped off all of his clothes hurriedly, hoping to get in bed before much more damage could be done. He threw whatever he wore haphazardly onto the chair of his work-desk until he himself was naked, and crawled into bed, and at last to be met by Jinxie, sleepily moving up to her master’s feet as if never having missed a beat. He prayed that if he closed his eyes hard enough, this would be a dream, and that it would all go away, and everything would be f-fine…
Patience didn’t understand what she had done wrong nor understand the consequences of her nakedness n! She was just having fun, and all of sudden Shou got mad or something at her and ran away. Gloominess settled upon her, even as a beautiful dog sauntered up to her. A low whine escaped her lips, a little hurt by her friend’s reaction, and, had she had any tears left, she would’ve begun another teary tirade. Patting the puppy on the head only once, the ginger went back to the living room where her sleeping arrangements were. Unfortunately, there was no blanket to toss over her or any soft pillows to nuzzle, just the abrasive fabric against her bare skin. Thoughts meandered to the bag of chips she carried with her, but she scarcely had an appetite anymore nor did she even remotely feel like eating. Instead, the intoxicated woman used the bag as an uncomfortable replacement for a pillow. A loud pop emanated as she laid her head down on it and the salty smell of the snacks inside wafted around, only adding to to the displeasurable sickness that welled in her stomach. Somberly, her green orbs closed and awaited the cold embrace of a lonely night’s sleep.
… Was this the right decision to have made? Shou lay awake, glancing at the digital clock by his bedside. It was almost 1:45AM. It had hardly been ten minutes that he’d left Patience all by herself downstairs. Still, something felt off. He felt...bad, he just bolted, and didn’t make any arrangements for her, or anything…? That wasn’t a very nice decision to make. Especially after the crummy day she had been having. Shou knew it better than most - he was there, after all. Shuffling a little under the covers and pulling them off, he retrieved his nightgown and tiptoed down the hallway and down the stairs, to notice a quiet, melancholy Patience, asleep on the couch and using the crisps bag as a pillow. So she hadn’t eaten it, but instead...sigh. Shou had to fix this himself. Getting closer, he felt the blood rise to his cheeks once again. Seeing a woman naked like this, so very vulnerable...it sent a twitch up his spine (and somewhere else…!) that he tried to suppress with deep, deep breaths. Carefully, after making sure she was deep asleep, he cradled her body and lifted it up into his arms, praying under his breath that she wouldn’t, for the life of him wake up. He also cursed himself. He could have just let her be, but waking up in the morning on a couch using a bag of crisps as a pillow was never a good experience. He was also thankful she was so light, and therefore, easier to carry up and down. The loyal German Shepherd had chosen to sleep at the foot of the couch, as if protecting the woman from any harm that might come to her. When his master passed by, he seemed both eager and pleased, trotting up the stairs to where his bed was set up in Shou’s room. Carefully, he angled past hallways and to his bedroom door, and after a minute or two of contemplated, sighed in defeat before putting her onto the other side of the bed. Where Alex used to sleep. Thankfully it was a large bed, there would be plenty of space between them...he hoped. After tucking her in and making sure she was safe, and warm, the professor couldn’t help but gaze upon her sleeping face with an expression of pity as well as concern, but also genuine affection. He gently parted the red hair that fell to cover her forehead to give it a tiny kiss before moving away, disrobing and checking the clock by his bedside again. 2 AM, so about roughly 5 hours of rest to get. ...perfect, sigh. But at least Patience was safe, and if his luck was good, he’d wake up and be gone before she’d even realise it.
Time and time again, for inspiration and belief in myself, I've found myself listening to...
The proof is in the pudding, or in this case, the title. I really despise highschool, and I'm quite sure I'll hate it even when I'm gone. xD I'm also convinced the world is just every teenager trying to grow up, act a little more mature, and pretend to know what they're doing. Therefore, I don't quite believe highschool ever ends. You have the pretty faces, the jocks, the nerds, what have you, in all other walks of life too - so don't feel so bad about it!
[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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