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STATUS: Happy new year. Yes I am still alive. Bleep you 2022. 2 yrs ago
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2 yrs ago
Current Happy new year. Yes I am still alive. Bleep you 2022.
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3 yrs ago
You need to chill, girl. ;P
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4 yrs ago
I still don't know why I'm awake.
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4 yrs ago
I have no idea why the hell I am still awake right now. I blame my brother.
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4 yrs ago
Today, I have added "people who don't wear masks" onto my shitlist. Oh wait, I did that months ago...
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I'm a 32 year old woman just looking to keep those writing muscles in whatever shape I can. I'm also Canadian, so fill the rest of this bio with every stereotype you can think of. I've also been single for over a year now, so clearly I'm a catch.

"She's horrible and stuff" - @BangoSkank

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In Root River: A Wonderful Life! → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Mahina Wolff


❀ Spring 1 • Year 1 ❀
Location: Werewolff Vineyards -> Mayor's House


As the first rays of the spring sun filtered into the large bay window that was so charming and allowed that most picturesque view of the Root River as it snaked its way out of the mountains, through the town that bore its name and off towards some unseen goal, the occupant of the room those beams of light were hitting let out a soft groan. The woman turned over in her bed, away from nature's alarm clock, hopeful to grasp at a few minutes of sleep to fight off the impending hangover headache that was certain to make itself known at any moment. She knew it would be a futile maneuver, but she had to try. There was so much alcohol consumed the night before, so many bottles passed around as the town was feeling gay. Someone mentioned bagpipes, but as far as she was concerned, that music wouldn't play. And given the party was at her vineyard, she had final say on the tunes. But now it felt like an entire highland contingent was about to start marching on her temples. As she rolled over for a second time, Mahina Wolff cursed her generous nature, with both her own glass and others.

"Ugh.... this is gonna be bad... Not Spring Break '14 bad, but bad...

At least there were come positives to come with the daybreak. It was Spring now, so it would be time to plan the year's batch of grapes that would become the sweet summer wines and autumn stocks of the later seasons. It was also the season when Mahina officially moved to Root River, a couple years ago. It was meant to be a punishment, and yet it turned out to be the best thing that could happen to her. She had her own life, she had her own goals, she had freedom. It's why she loved it here.

Which is why BigCo starting to hack down the surrounding forests was a bit of a blow. As if she needed her parents' true love encroaching any more on the town. It was bad enough they got her the property for illegal purposes. It was worse when they ex-communicated her from the family. But with her sister still willing to talk to her, Mahina could do without her money-grubbing parents. She just wished she majored in computer science to hack into their bank accounts as opposed to English to write stern letters about their activities.

Still, the life she had built absconding with her parents' property was a good one. It was their fault for putting it in her name, and Mahina did pretty well with the help of the local towns folk. The main house was built to her liking; open concept on the main floor for easy entertaining, yet cozy on the top floor. The guest house was similar, with some added bunks up top for traveling workers who wished to earn some extra money before moving along. The grapes wouldn't pick themselves. It was a good system.

And it meant that even after the celebrations of last night, Mahina still had plenty of reserves to draft from when it came to selecting a pair of bottles to bring to the mayor's big shindig. She remembered what happened the first time when she showed up just expecting to stand around for a moment and bail. She got no pre-orders during that spring and had to really hustle to get her product out to enough customers to make a solid profit. This time, she would be ready. Even if she had to talk in hushed tones for her own benefit. But she had to start somewhere, and that meant getting out of her comfy cocoon. At least it would be warmer today.

After a quick shower and a greasy breakfast of scrambled eggs and hashbrowns, Mahina was ready to hit the town for another year. "All right. Wine, check. Hat, check. Feigned interest in the mayor's blatherings... Mahina smiled into the mirror hanging in the hallway next to the door. "...Check. All right, let get this done." Content that she would clear the low bar that last year set, Mahina headed out towards the orchard.
In Rosefell High. → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


A collab featuring @ayzrules and @MissCapnCrunch


It was a familiar sight. As her fellow cheerleaders gathered in the south entrance of Ohio Stadium, Melissa Elliott felt the tingle of anticipation. It wasn’t a foreign feeling, but it still held the same kind of charge that she remembered. However, she wasn’t prepared for CJ Stroud walking right up to her as she stood in the tunnel. “Hey,” he said confidently. “I know this is a big deal, but you’ve got this. I know you’ve got this. So, get out there and be the best dot you can be, Melissa.” The quarterback punctuated this believe with a peck on the lips of the cheerleader before heading back to the Buckeyes’ sideline, lest Coach Day chew him out for being where he shouldn’t be.

Rejuvenated from the affection, Melissa readied herself against the 100,000 fans that were sure to be out there for what had to be a pivotal early-season game against Bowling Green. She turned back to the rest of her squad. “All right, we got this, you know?” she questioned the rest of her team. “We’re gonna go out there and give the show that we know those Buckeye faithful deserve! You hear me?” A loud cheer rose up behind her. “Damn straight! Let’s do this!” As Melissa led the rest of the Ohio State cheer squad out to the field, she was suddenly tackled from the side! It had to be a rogue Falcon aiming to take her out of the picture! But she wouldn’t allow it! At least, until she heard the remarks accompanying the take down.

“Melissa! Wake up! It’s like 7! You’re my drive!”

After a brief moment admitting that her sister could indeed hit people as well as any linebacker the Mid-American Conference had to offer, Melissa was annoyed at being snapped out of her usual stellar dream. A dream that was sure to be a reality soon enough. But Zoey had a point. Those realities had to start somewhere, and that somewhere was today. The first day of the last year of high school.

It was an important day. Enough that Melissa had taken no chances and laid out her outfit the night before. A pair of denim shorts that would be sure to highlight her well-toned legs, hidden behind some Buckeye-silver leggings, as well as a scarlet-red tank top and a matching bow for her pulled back hair. Melissa added a silver zip-up sweatshirt, just in case the wind decided to make itself known, but it was likely going to be just for the morning to keep the chill off.

Luckily for Melissa, Zoey’s early entrance surely meant that she wasn’t going to require the bathroom for a lengthy duration of time. After a shower and a detailed trip to the mirror, Melissa headed downstairs to the kitchen-living room that made up the first floor of the duplex she called home.

“Hey hun,” Jessica Elliott called out to her eldest daughter. “I’m sorry I don’t really have breakfast ready. Got called to the store. That damn Valerie didn’t show up for her shift.”

“It’s all right, mom,” Melissa assured her mother. “Take it out on Valerie. Hell, fire her. She deserves it. That’s what, the third time she’s deserted?”

“Fourth,” Jessica answered. “Let’s see which family member died this time…” The elder Elliott shook her head. “Are you good to drive your sister to school?”

“Yeah, I’ll get her there,” Melissa confirmed. ”You good to ride, Z?”

Zoey nodded from the living room, where a Netflix episode of She-Ra blared.

All Melissa could do was shake her head. Her sister had some strange tendencies that would instantly disqualify her from mainstream popularity. But she was an Elliott, and damn it, Melissa would drag her to the crown like Zeke Elliott dragging that 2014 Ohio State championship team. “All right, we might as well head out now then. You ready, Zoey?” A quick nod from her sister confirmed that this show was going to hit the road shortly.

“Great. Have a good day at school, girls!” Jessica called out as she herself headed out towards the door.

The Elliott sisters weren’t far after their mother. Again, Melissa was way too ready for this final first day at Rosefell, and she was going to make sure everything went as it should, right down to the length of the lead in her mechanical pencils. There was gas in her car, there was money in her purse for lunch. Everything was as it should be. And her sister was not going to ruin this day for Melissa. No, ma’am. Pulling her sibling away from the TV, Melissa quickly shepherded Zoey into the backseat of the 2011 sedan and got ready to assemble the rest of the thorns.

After a short drive, Melissa pulled her Sentra into the driveway where her second-in-command was supposed to be waiting. She turned around to talk to Zoe. “All right, Steph should be out pretty quickly.”

Zoe slumped back in the seat. “Can we at least get Taco Bell or something for breakfast?”

Melissa looked at her incredulously. “Do you want diarrhea on the first day of school? Damn it Zoe, that’s a supper place. At least ask for McDonald’s or something…” Melissa thought for a second. “Actually, an Egg McMuffin sounds good. We might do that.”

Steph was nowhere to be seen, so Melissa grabbed her phone out of the console and shot a quick text to her best friend:

Hey Pink Lightning! Where you at? I got a hungry sister to feed here!

Once she got Melissa’s text, Steph was jumping out of her seat at the kitchen table, headed for the door. Steph had a car - well, technically, she shared it with her brother Kevin - but it was a janky, ratchet-as-can-be mom van that was older than she was. Needless to say, they took Melissa’s car anytime they had to go somewhere.

Steph paused at the threshold to slip on a pair of pink boots, decorated with a cute floral design (Steph thought that they were cherry blossoms), before bounding out the door. Sure enough, Melissa was pulled into her driveway, and Steph gave her friend a cheery wave as she pulled open the door to the passenger seat.

“Hey, Melissa!” Steph paused to buckle her seatbelt, and then she turned around and waved at Zoey, too. “Hi Zoey!”

Steph put her backpack on the ground and settled back into her seat. “Have you seen your schedule yet? We should compare. I don’t know if we’ll have any classes together - ugh, it sucks - but maybe we will! That would honestly be the best thing, like, ever!

True to Steph nature, she was going a mile a minute the second she got into the car. If scientists could harness the speed of which the girl could talk, it would end the energy crisis, and ensure the south side never had a blackout ever. Sadly, it just served as an excellent wake up call for now. "Nice to see you too, Steph," Melissa offered in response. "I haven't seen it yet, but I don't have to, because I am certain we are in a good number of classes together. Especially if certain people know what is good for them." Melissa slowly pulled out of the driveway and started motoring towards the next destination to pick up the other member of the Thorns.

Steph giggled at Melissa’s response - it really was such a Melissa thing to say - and pulled up her own schedule on her phone. “Highkey, I don’t want to go to any of these classes,” Steph said, frowning. “Besides lunch. Does lunch count as a class? It should, so that we could get more time for it. Thirty minutes really isn’t enough of a break from school. Ugh.”

As Melissa started in the direction of Tiffany’s house, Steph tapped open the text message that Tiff sent the group chat.

MY DAY IS RUINED! 😭 I CAN'T STAND IT!!!

She quickly replied:

oh nooooooooo!!! :( What happened???????


"To be fair…," Melissa offered. "We do have the option of taking longer breaks if needed, especially if English is the class surrounding lunch. Honestly, who needs English? I already speak it and I don't need to read Shakespeare's fractured take on femininity any more, thanks." She glanced over as she pulled back onto the main road toward Tiff's place. "What's going on there?"

Steph nodded in agreement. “For real! We’ve been reading this jerk since, like, sixth grade! There’s literally no reason we should still have to read his stuff. It’s also sooooo confusing to try to understand!” she said, making a vague gesture with her free hand. “Like, if we’re going to be forced to read boring stuff, I think we should at least be forced to read boring stuff that wasn’t written in medieval English.”

At Melissa’s question, Steph furrowed her brow and looked back down at her phone. “Tiff said that her day was already ruined! I wonder what happened.”

"Probably stared too long at the orange juice again and got a headache," Melissa remarked. "It's hard to tell with that girl sometimes. But, I love her. Love her like a puppy." The girls lived relatively close together so it didn't take too long for them to reach Tiffany's home. "Anyway, it can't be too bad."

Steph laughed softly. “I guess that’s true,” she answered. “And I hope it isn’t! That would suck, having something super bad happen right before the first day of school!”

"Again, it can't be that bad," Melissa repeated as she pulled into the driveway. "Can you text her that we're here?"

“Sure!” Steph chirped in response, tapping out a quick hey tiff we’re here! and sending it to the group chat.

Meanwhile, at the Ashford residence, Tiffany had been reading through her dm’s and totally ignoring the text messages she had received from her girls. She knew they had responded but wanted to wait until they arrived so she could really spill the dramatics up close and personal. After she received the “we’re here” text she gathered her belongings and came out the door, a mischievous albeit dorky smile plastered across her face.

"SO!" she said as she flung up the door to Melissa’s vehicle taking a look at who was inside, "My day was ruined because I spilled butter all over my skirt, as you can see my first day outfit was in shambles!" she explained as she crawled into the car, her backpack sitting carefully between her legs. "Good morning, by the way, thanks for the ride. she cooed, thankful she didn’t have to ride in with her mother and younger sister.

This was a new one on Melissa. “Tiff… how did you manage to spill butter on… actually, I’m not sure I want to know how that happened. Some things are best left unknown. Nice to see you, girl.” The queen put the Sentra back into drive and pulled out towards the penultimate destination. “Well, if you’re still hungry, we’re stopping at McDonald’s. You will have to try really hard to spill cheese on your jeans if you want something there.”

Steph waved a cheery greeting as Tiff made her entrance. “Tiff!” Steph giggled. “How did you spill butter? Isn’t it, like, solid?”

Steph twisted around in her seat so that she could see Tiffany’s face. “Oh gosh, but I love your hair,” she said sincerely. “I can never get curls to stay in my hair. It looks so pretty!”

Tiffany looked to her best friends, shaking her head a bit disappointed, "No, no, no it wasn’t the stick. My mom’s got this new fancy butter that is already soft and like melty." she made hand movements to symbolize a squishy item, "I put it on my poptart and it just kind of-" she blew a raspberry between her lips. She smiled as Steph complimented her hair, "Thank you so much Steph, you’re so sweet!" she beamed, knowing that the curls wouldn’t last the car ride most likely.

"I really shouldn’t eat cheese, but I also really want a hashbrown.." Tiffany mumbled to herself debating whether or not she should order breakfast with everyone after just eating.

“I want a McGriddle!” Zoey chimed in.

“No you don’t, Zoey. You don’t want to be eating sunscreen,” Melissa chided her younger sister. “I can say that you still look ready to rock this year, Tiff. Even without the skirt.”

Steph nodded sympathetically as she listened to Tiff recount the story. “Aww, that sucks, Tiff!” she exclaimed, knowing that she herself would have been very put off if she’d spilled butter onto her clothes, too. “But I agree with Melissa, you know. You look fab!!!”

Steph made a face when Zoey mentioned McGridldles. “I think I’m just going to get fries. Or a hash brown. You can never go wrong with those, right?”

“You girls are really going full Irish with all the potatoes, huh?” Melissa opined.

“I want breakfast burritos!” Zoey demanded.

“Fine,” Melissa sighed, resigned to getting Zoey something that was going to make a mess. “As long as you eat the burritos at the school. You’re not getting salsa all over my car.”

Tiffany laughed out loud as they discussed breakfast, it was nice to be back with these girls after not getting to spend as much time together over summer vacation. "I think this will be a really good year for us." she commented, hopefully. It was their senior year afterall and that meant that there was no going back after this. She wondered if they would remain friends after graduation was over. Could they all throw years of friendship away like that? She hoped that wasn’t the case.

“Well, of course!” Melissa agreed. “I mean, this is gonna be it, you know? After this, we’re out of Rosefell and into the world. We have to make sure we finish our careers as Knights with an absolute bang!”

“Oh, for sure! Steph agreed. “I can’t wait for cheer season to start, too! Do you guys remember Cami from middle school? Melissa, we definitely did gymnastics with her for a while! But anyway, I think I saw on Insta that she was back in Columbus.”

Steph frowned, slightly. “Was she that one girl who had the best front punches on the entire team, in eighth grade? I definitely don’t remember. But it’ll be so fun if she joins cheer!”

“Wait, Cami? Like, THE Cami?” Melissa nearly missed the turn-off for the promised land of Egg McMuffins. Cami was a fixture of the friend group before heading off to New York with her daddy. If she was back in the picture in Ohio, things were going to get a lot more interesting. “If she is in the Bus, we have to make sure she is on the cheer team. She would be such a perfect fit!”

The three of them continued to chat as Melissa pulled into the McDonald’s drive thru, and Steph handed over a five-dollar bill in exchange for a hash brown and fries, which she happily snacked on as they continued on their way to school. She still hadn’t finished the fries by the time that Melissa was steering her Sentra through the high school parking lot, so she discreetly tucked them into the outermost pocket of her backpack, praying that the ketchup wouldn’t spill everywhere.

“Do you think that they’re going to make us do that stupid back-to-school assembly that they did last year?” Steph wondered out loud as she got out of the car, slamming the door to the passenger seat as she did so. “God, I hate those things. They’re soooooooooooooooooooo boring. Like, jeez, we’re seniors! I’d think that we would know what was going on by now.”

“It’s Rosefell, Steph,” Melissa noted. “It wouldn’t be Rosefell if they didn’t do the same back-to-school bull that they do every year.” Sure enough, as the four girls piled out of the Sentra, the announcement came blaring over the PA that there was a mandatory assembly to be held in the auditorium. “See? I’m a freaking psychic.” The hustle was somewhat on as the ladies headed into the school, and for 75% of them, it would be the last time they had to hear what was sure to be a truly insipid speech.
In Hello childrens → 5 yrs ago Forum: Introduce Yourself
I can't believe you let him drag you in here, Nim.
In I am Thou, Thou art I | Persona → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



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Hyakusawa Academy
April 19th, 2019
3:36 PM



It was a bad joke. Such a bad joke. So bad Shiori's dad would have been proud of her for making such a joke. Why did I say that? I don't know how she is going to take something like that. She knows I'm talking about her being clumsy, right? Ugh, I'm stupid.

Luckily, Jazz was taking it well in stride. "Oh you don't have to worry about that, I'm half-mermaid on my mother's side, you know. I'm quite the expert in not having to come up for air." VERY well in stride. Shiori didn't catch the full intonations of Jazz boasting about her lung capacity. Well, I suppose mermaids don't surface too often. Ariel was the exception, not the rule, right? Always lounging around on that rock? Shoot, summer needs to get here soon. Maybe if I try really hard I can find that happy medium between ghost and lobster...

The tall girl was so caught up in her own thoughts, she almost missed the reassurance that her new friend had offered. "Shiori is a really pretty name by the way."

Shiori smiled at the unexpected compliment. "Awwww, you're sweet. Thank you," she said, blushing a little bit. Even the slightest tinge was noticeable on her skin. "My father was adamant that all his children have names that start with Shi. I'm thankful he didn't take that one step further. Shiori, I can handle. Shigeno, I don't think I could have pulled that off. I would have to come up with an alternate name or something."

Is that too much info off the bat? Fuck, I don't even know.

She did her best to keep at a pace that Jazz could keep up with, but it was hard to do. She wasn't used to going slow. On the court it was all breakneck speed, all the time. She had a full-court game. It's part of what made her such a valuable player. And she usually was traveling by herself afterwards. So walking with other people, especially ones that she had nearly a foot on, it was something she was a bit out of practice on.

But the fact that she had to practice this was a welcome change. It was hard to try and maintain the same level of social happiness with all her friends being back in Sapporo. It wasn't the same having to get the dirt from Chie, Setsuko and Kazumi over the limited amount of internet that the Americans had allowed. There wasn't the same camaraderie when the physical aspect was removed. Plus, most of the others, Takako, Mitsuko, the like, they already had well-established circles of friendship. There was no reason to have the mercenary brought in when Shiori was only going to be there for the year. So having Jazz take such an interest in her and be willing to try and keep up with Shiori, it gave her a sense of happiness she didn't have outside of basketball in a while.

That said, feeling Jazz's hand brush up against her own was a sensation Shiori definitely wasn't expecting as quickly. Wow. She really tried that? Did she mean to try that? She looked over at Jazz, who now opened up a little more distance between the two of them, the same red visible on her cheeks that she was sure she had on display not moments before. Awwwwww, she's shy! That is so cute! I mean, would I be holding hands with someone this quickly? How long was it before Chie and I first tried something? Probably a bit longer than 10 minutes... still. This is gonna be fun. I can feel it.

Shiori was thinking about closing the gap between the two of them, until some kid, a boy from the looks of it, went tearing down the halls. Jazz seemed to be fully supportive of the impromptu track meet, shouting encouragement as he tore through the halls like a kamikaze wind. Shiori just stood, watching him disappear. Damn. He should really try out for track...

As they reached the door though, it became clear that he brought the rain with him as well as the rain. The downpour didn't look particularly threatening, but it was sufficient enough to make people think twice about braving it without some form of protection. It was clear Jazz was one of those people.

"Wanna steal someone's umbrella?"

Shiori thought for a second, then a sly smile crossed her face. "I actually do know of a quaint little coffee place just a couple blocks from here. It's run by the sweetest old couple. I think we can make a break for it there." She turned and looked over at Jazz. "You know, if you're not afraid of getting a little wet." She winked as she said that last sentence. Just tell her you want to fuck already, jeez She turned her attention back to the situation outside. "C'mon. I'll race you!" With that, she took off, uniform be damned if it got soaked or not as she intended to lead Jazz to their desired destination. As she stepped out into the weather, the rain felt good. It felt cleansing. As if the introduction of this Jazz girl into her life was the start of a new chapter in Nashiro.


In Shelter → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Whelp, call me when people get eaten by zombies, or something. Gotta be another member of the softball team kicking around. Hiding in the equipment closet.
In Root River: A Wonderful Life! → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Root River: A Wonderful Life! → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In I am Thou, Thou art I | Persona → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Mentions: @Darcs


Hyakusawa Academy
April 19th, 2019
3:31 PM


It felt like a silly question the second it left Shiori's mouth. This girl had been her classmate for how long? The basketball starlet was never the most attentive person in class, but still, there had to have been a role call at some point to spare her the embarrassment of admitting to this... this beauty that she didn't even have a name to put to that face with the cute little freckles dotting it around her nose. Her face had so much personality, so much going for it to spark conversation. So much better than the pale skin that never seemed to show signs of tanning, just going from blank to scorched whenever she played basketball outside in the summer. It was inviting, down to those full lips that seemingly beckoned to...

...

...there were things happening that Shiori was not fully prepared for at this time, and she had to stop herself to at least get some presence of mind back so she could pay attention to what those lips were saying.

"Oh, you didn't. Remember, I passed out drowning in the endless pools that are your eyes? You had to save me like one of those sexy lifeguards? It was all very dramatic."

Holy shit, did she actually just say that? She just said that! She is seriously laying the flirt on! This is what it's like to be outright flirted with! And it's not some creepy business student doing it! I...do I flirt back? Did I flirt first? I... Shiori's mind was racing now.

"I'd love to see you play sometime! I'm a statistics nerd when it comes to games like basketball, and I might not look it, but I'm an athlete myself. Gymnastics. I was even considering joining this school's team when they opened up tryouts for new members."

Already wants to see you play! This girl is so into me! I... oh wow, how do I even do this? Like, do I just take this? Do I give her a clear path already? Get her the courtside seats? Does Hyakusawa even have courtside seats? Shiori took a second to take in the girl's body some more. I guess it makes she is an athlete. She definitely has a gymnast's body. At least from the size and the fitness...

"Anyway, my name! Jazzy Cyra, back home they call me Jazzy Belle for... 'reasons.' But for you? Jazz works just fine."

Jazzy...even that name sounds musical...so exotic...It suits her well.

"And what about you? In my head I've just been calling you 'Mystery Classmate.'"

Right. My name. Ugh, it's going to sound so much lamer by comparison! Thanks a lot, Dad. Couldn't name me something cooler like Namiko or Akari or something...

Shiori finally let out a sigh that she didn't know she had been holding in during that whole exchange. "Right, well, as much as I'm honored to be THE mystery classmate out of the entire grade, I suppose it makes sense to give a name to replace that. My name is Hasegawa Shiori, but I've never been a fan of honorifics, so you just call me Shiori. Makes things a lot easier." The girl was certain to make sure Jazzy didn't fall into the same trap that many of the other students here did, referring to her by her last name and thinking of her father so much they accidentally use his name when addressing her. It happened two too many times for her liking. "I knew you had to be some kind of athlete the way your arms felt."

Fuck's sake, Shiori. Just admit you were feeling her up. Good work.

"Anyway, I'm not too sure of my lifeguard skills, but hopefully you don't go falling into that cup of coffee or anything so I have to find out, huh?"

Shiori closed her eyes and smiled, as if to try and make sure that Jazz knew that her offers and flirts had found a home here. Given the lack of attention since she arrived in Nashiro, it was nice to have someone take such a relatively pure interest... and even nicer to have that person be cute as all get out as well.


In Root River: A Wonderful Life! → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@MissCapnCrunch I'm going to be working on my sheet at some point tonight more than likely. Gonna stake my claim to spot #3 where that big old wineyard is gonna go. There is a tasting shack on the property, but honestly, just go to the inn/bar to get some of that sweet sweet nectar.
In Root River: A Wonderful Life! → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I don't see a spot for winery owner...

Eh, I'll figure something out.
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