Nydie

[Advanced] My Current Cravings ~ Seeking Long-Term partners (Updated as things change.)

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Return of a Princess (Nydie & Vena)

“You. Didn’t. Look. Up. My. Skirt….” Jocelyn replied, her stated punctuated with a sharp intake of breath to steady her quick rising temper. “Is that supposed to earn you points or something? You’re only half a pervert?” She was making a bigger deal about it than was necessary, especially considering that girls in her school wore clothing that was far more revealing that what she tended to wear. She certainly wasn’t used to having someone staring at her, which begged to question why she was so frustrated by it. He wasn’t suggesting anything that she should be offended by, and he hadn’t made any move to touch her, other than the touch to her face and hair, which was curiously innocent in comparison to his words. She managed to calm herself, and finally after a moment, she could walk away without the urge to inflict any more harm. “I hardly see how being leered at could be considered a compliment. I’m not an object, I’m a person. I don’t dress up to have people staring at me.”

By the time she walked out of the room, Jocelyn was ready to forget what happened, but she could not let Tora live down his words. There was something there and he was keeping it hidden from her, which only piqued her curiosity to its fullest. She’d made her comment hoping to knock him off guard, but he had his own response in retort almost seconds after the words had left her lips. Her eyes widened at his comment, her lips parting in a sharp gasp of surprise. “You need to bleach out your brain!” She snapped, her hands settling on her hips as he stepped onto the stairs with her. “If you think for one second I’m going to be crawling on my knees, or that you’ll catch me in anyway other than fully dressed, you’re going to be crying yourself to sleep tonight.” Their bickering had changed forms, and for some reason Jocelyn wasn’t as flustered about it as she appeared, but then again, Tora didn’t really bother her in the same way that others did. She actually felt comfortable interacting with him, even if it was with a sharp tongue rather friendly banter.

Leading the way into the downstairs hallway, Jocelyn paused, whirling around to face her guest. “I know what it is!” She blurted out as if she’d made some miraculous discovery that would forever change how they interacted. “You’re gay! You’re trying too hard to make it look like you’re interested in me, which, let’s face it, is impossible.” Jocelyn knew how brash her personality was, she didn’t kid herself that she was the epitome of charm and grace. She was rash, loud, and often times capable of cruelty when pushed too far. She could blame it on the fact that her mother had attempted to kill her. She could even blame it on the fact that she felt out of place no matter where she went. No one would ever be interested in her, unless they liked being verbally abused and kept at an emotional distance. She couldn’t offer a shoulder to cry on, because she could not relate to anyone that tried to get close to her, and she didn’t want to. Tora would obviously see the signs and know that she was not the type of girl he could bring home to mommy and daddy without first warning them in advance. He knew he didn’t stand a chance with her, but he was using her to try and keep up appearance because she wasn’t the type who could so easily fall for someone.

“Admit it. It’s okay if you like boys. I don’t care. I don’t care if you like toasters, just keep your hands off mine.” Jocelyn proclaimed, her hands falling from her hips to drop her down on her sides. “I won’t tell anyone, but for goodness sakes will you stop hitting on me before someone really thinks that we’re…..something!”

“Jocelyn, will you stop running your mouth and get in here and eat already? Leave that boy alone. He thinks you’re cute, it’s not a crime.” Aidan called out from the dining room, having already situated himself at the table with a slice of pizza and a Coke. He could only hear snippets of his sister’s conversation with Tora, and couldn’t stop himself from laughing quietly to himself. If Tora thought he was in for smooth sailing with his sister, the boy was sadly mistaken, but from the way they were back and forth, the two were perfect for each other. Tora was capable of dealing with Jocelyn’s insults, and Jocelyn gave him back everything he threw at her. In a way, it was almost too cute to see, but he’d keep that to himself; if Jocelyn knew he thought they were cute, she’d probably kill Tora.

Huffing indignantly, Jocelyn threw her arms up in the air, shaking her head in dismay. “Fine…we’re coming.” Throwing one last glare in Tora’s direction, her voice dropped into a whisper. “Behave yourself, Tora. The pizza is to eat, not to hump.” Storming off into the dining room, she didn’t bother telling him to follow along. If he couldn’t find his way to the food, she sure as hell wasn’t going to wait on him. Entering the dining room, Jocelyn dropped down into her usual seat and threw a slice of pizza onto the plate her brother had set out. For good measure, she shot her brother a glare, growling softly in annoyance. “One word and you’ll be wearing your soda.” Aidan said nothing, but grinned broadly at the threat sent his way. He wouldn’t say anything at all. He was far too interested in watching the show he knew Tora and Jocelyn would put on for him throughout the meal, and secretly hoping she didn’t get the idea of slamming the food down over the poor boy’s head. If this was a foreshadowing of how the evening was going to play out, Aidan had the idea he was going to be entertained for the next few hours, or until Jocelyn chased Tora out of the house; whichever came first.

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Return of a Princess (Nydie & Vena)

Jocelyn wondered if Tora understood that she had not lost her ability to hear or feel for that matter. She could hear his voice clearly, and everything he said only added to her confusion. ‘How the hell did he know that’s what I was thinking? Or was he thinking about taking a picture all along? And what exactly is he….oh shit, he’s staring at my legs. Damn pervert. That has to be what he’s staring at. There’s not much else for him to take a picture of!’ If there had ever been a time that Jocelyn wished she could actually wear jeans, that moment was it. Her skirt wasn’t short by any means, but the fact that her legs were exposed, and Tora was taking full advantage of the view left the redhead in a huffy state of annoyance. ‘The nerve of that boy! Who does he think he is staring at me like I’m a piece of meat. Just wait till I’m finished what I’m doing, I swear he won’t be able to walk right for a month after I’m done shoving my foot up his rear!’

The rest of his words made even little sense to Jocelyn, who tried, unsuccessfully to understand why he suddenly felt the urge to play with her hair. The experience wasn’t as unpleasant as she would like it to be, and she was glad that he had no way of knowing that she had actually enjoyed the brief contact. Did he not understand anything? The hand on her face told her that no, Tora had no idea she was trapped inside her mind, but not without awareness at all. But still, how had he figured out what she was thinking? Could he read her mind or something? That was impossible, and Jocelyn knew it for a fact, yet he spoke as if he had a clear idea what was going on inside her head. Things were getting weirder and weirder by the minute. ‘Did I become a magnet for freak occurrences or something?’

The details gradually blended together to form the complete scene that was frozen inside her mind. After a while Jocelyn didn’t even need her mind to repeat the woman’s callous words, the replayed over and over as if she had a recording on repeat inside her skull. Why was the woman talking about humans as if they were something bad? The way her voice sounded, the condescending tone of her voice, made it sound as if she despised humans and considered them beneath….well, whatever she was. Was she an alien? Jocelyn had never given too much thought to what the woman could be, but now that there was a reference that implied she was not human herself, the girl could only question what the being in her visions was. It didn’t really matter, because Jocelyn knew she’d never come across the female in her life, and there was no way that she ever would. ‘If my mother saw me in these trances, and drawing this crap, she’d be convinced I really was a demon. Good thing she’s locked up in the nuthouse with the rest of the fruitcakes.’ She could only laugh silently inside her mind at the idea of how her mother would react to her trances, especially since she believed Jocelyn had been cursed from the moment she was born. The woman probably would have murdered her in her sleep after the first episode, and explained it as an act of self-defense.

The image was finally done, minus the color that never needed to be complete, all that seemed to matter was that she drew what was in her head. For several long moments she sat there, motionless, eyes closed and her head bowed, no longer in her trance, but not wanting Tora to believe otherwise. She was infuriated that he’d been eyeballing her the entire time, and wanted to teach him a lesson for staring at her. ‘Take a picture huh? Let’s see how well you can take a picture with a black eye, you big jerk!’ In an instant Jocelyn was on her feet, grabbing a pillow from the top of her bed which she quickly brought down on Tora’s head. “What the hell is wrong with you, ogling me like I’m some sort of object? Have you no manners?” The pillow was slammed down over his head repeatedly, Jocelyn quickly gasping for her as she exerted the remainder of her energy trying to decapitate Tora with her pillow. It wouldn’t work and she knew it, but it felt pretty damn good to get out of her system. “Are you some kind of pervert? What you are, some young looking, thirty year old man trying molest helpless girls? I should report you to the cops! I bet you use your cellphone to take pictures up girl’s skirts too!”

“Jocelyn? Everything okay up there?” Aidan called up from the bottom of the steps, his voice freezing Jocelyn mid-swing. “Everything’s perfect, Aid. Be down in a minute!” She called out sweetly, tossing her pillow at Tora one final time before shooting a glare in his direction. “I don’t know how they do things where you come from, but here it’s rude to stare at a girl when she can’t move.” Turning her nose up in the air, she walked out of the room, leaving Tora alone without a second thought. She was dying of thirst, and actually rather famished, and from her spot on the stairs she could already smell the scent of food. “Ugh….pizza? Gross.” She grumbled, although she had no other option but to eat it or go hungry. Their aunt obviously wasn’t home, and neither she nor Aidan could cook without starting a fire. She could understand why she couldn’t cook, but her brother was twenty five! Shaking her head, she sighed, pausing in the center of the staircase. “Are you coming down to eat, pervert, or are you fantasizing about me serving you on my hands and knees dressed in little else than scraps of cloth?” She smirked behind her hand, enjoying the fact that she now had something to hold over Tora’s head. He’d made her day hell, now it was time for her to get a bit of payback.

Return of a Princess (Nydie & Vena)

Aidan watched curiously as Tora walked into Jocelyn’s room, wondering why he felt the need to make an excuse for it. Tora was Jocelyn’s….friend, at least that’s what he assumed; naturally he would feel more comfortable hanging out with her in her room, even if she was in a trance. Before he could call out to stop Tora though and tell him he didn’t have to put on an act, he was already in Jocelyn’s room. A part of Aidan urged him to go into the room and check on the two of them, to at least make sure that the boy he didn’t really know wasn’t taking advantage of his sister’s current state, but doing so felt odd. His sister was old enough to have a boy inside her room without being watched over, but he didn’t know Tora that well, and the fact that the boy had proven to annoy Jocelyn when she was lucid, he wasn’t sure how she would react if she learned she had been in the room alone with him. Shaking his head, Aidan moved away from his sister’s door, calling into the room as he passed. “I’m going to go call my aunt, then order a pizza. Hope you don’t mind plain cheese. Joc won’t eat anything else.”

Jocelyn’s hand went to work the second that the pencil was in her hand, sketching a rough outline of the woman in her vision. She could never get over the size of the female’s ears, and while they were graceful, and framed her face perfectly, they were still freakishly long. Her platinum blonde hair was so light that it might have been white, not the white hair of the elderly, but lacking any discernable coloring at all. Of course Jocelyn believed that was just her imagination at play, which was why she told herself that it was blonde. In reality her hair truly was white, without even a hint of color. Her skin was flawless and pale, not a freckle or blemish marring her features. What amazed her the most was the color of the woman’s eyes, which were a strange shade of purple, not the shades of purple that people often got through contacts, but a darker shade. She was beautiful, but in a cold way that put Jocelyn on edge.

She was aware of Tora in the room, but paid absolutely no mind at all to him, at least not at first. Her focus remained on her drawing, slowly beginning to add in the finer details to the general outline she had been working. Her eyes weren’t on the paper, but remained closed, her hands working without any real control from her brain. It wasn’t like the times when she drew in art class, or the few sketches that she messed around with whenever she got in the mood to draw. She was working on automatic, and while her mind wasn’t exactly involved in the actions of her hands, she could not break out of the trance she had fallen into. She could think to herself, but she could not communicate. She heard everything that went on around her, and could sense when others were nearby, but she was helpless to do much else.

She could sense Tora, and while she was blind to the way he was looking at her, she was aware that he was, in fact, looking at her. Why he was looking at her, she didn’t know, and if she’d known what was going through his head, she probably would have smacked him silly. ‘What the hell is he doing in here?’ She mused, unaware that her thoughts were being translated directly into Tora’s mind as clearly as they were inside her own head. Of course, if she had known that she could communicate with the annoying boy that way, she would have given him a piece of her mind, but for now, Tora was safe from a mental cussing out. ‘Seriously, is he going to stand there and stare at me all night? Take a picture, freak, it’ll last longer.’ She continued ranting inside her head, wishing that she could shift in her seat, or do anything for that matter. She was stuck as she was, only her hand moving over the page, and her chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. Her mind was divided, half of it focused playing out in her head, and the other half distracted by Tora’s presence in her bedroom.

‘I hope he doesn’t think he can snoop through my drawers. So help me, if he raids my panty drawer, I’m going to slap him senseless.’ Again her thoughts would find themselves inside Tora’s head, and again she would remain completely oblivious to it. It was the first sign that the seal on her abilities that her mother had placed on her shortly after her birth was beginning to fade, and would continue to do so the closer it came to her eighteenth birthday. She had no control of it, and would not until after her birthday and quite a bit of training. For the time being, it would be tiny slips, glimpses of thoughts and emotions that went through her mind. When she finally discovered it happened, she might become embarrassed, but for now, Tora would be gifted to tidbits of her thoughts. The last thing she thought before her mind finally went silent and focused on her task, was. ‘Wait, if he does go in my drawers, is it because he wants to wear a pair of my underwear, or he’s secretly got a crush on me?’

[Advanced] My Current Cravings ~ Seeking Long-Term partners (Updated as things change.)

As of right now, I have two that are rather unsteady. The rest I'm considered scrapped as I have been waiting forever for replies, but have not heard anything as of yet. I need a decent partner!

What I’m looking for is someone who believes they are capable of creating a story that draws out emotions, because honestly, what is the point of writing a roleplay together if each time you read the post you feel nothing at all? I want characters that I can grow to like or dislike as their place in the story changes, but who are realistic. And more importantly, I am looking for someone who will contribute to the story, not make me carry all the weight without adding anything, because honestly, it gets boring for you as well as me if the story is full of my ideas only.

I am looking for someone to play main male role, and would prefer that my partner be male as well. Before I catch a bunch of crap for this I will explain my reason. My previous female partners have been the habitual abandoners. I’m not saying that there haven’t been guys who have ditched me, but of all my roleplays, 90% of my male partners have told me when they cannot continue, and have let me know when an issue comes up and they cannot post. Out of my female partners 95% of them have left without saying a word, so you can put the blame ones who came before that have left a bitter taste in my mouth. I’m not saying that I’m totally against a female partner, but honesty, you would have a really hard time convincing me to take the risk. No offense meant!

I need to be challenged. Anyone can type a bunch of words to make a sentence, but I need details, lots and lots of details. I eat them up. The more you give me, the easier it is for me to return the favor. We all have our bad days, and writer’s block can be a mother….but I can’t respond back to less than one extremely detailed paragraph no matter how hard I try, and believe me, I have tried. I stare at the screen for hours before I throw my hands up in defeat and walk away. I love more, in fact, the more you give me, the happier I’ll be. I will always try to give you the same thing you give me. Sometimes it might be a little less, sometimes more, but I won’t respond to 10 paragraphs with three, eight or nine maybe, but never something that will make you want to reach through the screen and slap me.

I hate to censor myself in any way, and need someone who feels the same way. I’m not saying that our characters will always be prancing around naked, cussing, while shooting up and committing violent crimes, but when and if those times come up in the story I prefer to play them out. I’m an adult, and prefer my partners are as well.

I know I have already said it, but I need communication! I will try to the best of my ability to let you know when something is wrong on my end, and I appreciate the same in return. We don’t have to be best friends, but a quick “It rained cats on my house and I have to find homes for all of them before I can reply” or whatever your situation might be will work if there is a problem. If you don’t like how the story is going and you’re bored out of your skull, speak up. I promise I won’t hold your family hostage and demand that you post. All I ask is you let me know what is up, and I will do the same.

Above all else, have a sense of humor! I love tension in my stories, but not so much with my partners. Again, we don’t have to be best friends, but at least don’t act like I’m your personal stalker if I ask a question.

Be cool with romance. I think that speaks for itself. Don’t be cool with love at first sight! That’s too boring and the interest gets lost quickly.

I’m on quite a bit because right now I have no life other than work, which isn’t all that restraining. I can post at least once a day, sometimes more. I’d like someone who can do the same.

*****Warning!******* If I don’t hear anything from you for a week, I’ll send you an message to ask if everything’s okay. I’ll wait another week to hear back, and if I hear nothing, well don’t expect a response if you do decide to give me one. Sorry, that might sound harsh, but to be honest, I’m kind of tired of people dropping without a word.

Right now, I'm a bit burnt out of using my ideas and having people flake out on me, so I would prefer to come up with a plot with a partner that we can both agree on. I will say that my current preferences is modern/realistic/SoL types, but I'm willing to go with any genre if the plot interests me. I am not very big on Sci-Fi though.

I think my endless wall of text is now finished. I will probably change things along as times goes on, but for now, this is it.

If you're interested, feel free to PM me. I hate doing this, but to ensure that you've read what I have written, please put your favorite book in the subject line of your PM.

Cheers!

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Return of a Princess (Nydie & Vena)

Jocelyn’s mind was stuck in a loop, and no matter how hard she tried to break herself out of it, she could do little more than watch the scene play over and over. She wanted to speak out and tell Aidan that everything was fine, that he could take Tora home and then drive her back to their house, but she could not speak. She could hear perfectly fine. She listened as Tora and Aidan spoke about her as if she was not even there, which annoyed her to no end, but from their perspective, she might as well have not been seated in the car. Her mind was a thousand miles away, and unbeknownst to her, some period of time in the future. Tora would easily recognize the woman in the vision, but to Jocelyn she could not possibly be real. The pointed ears, the perfect complexion, and the tall, graceful form was one she had seen in movies, but was impossible to view in the real world. It was a daydream, or so Jocelyn had convinced herself, but it was one that she could not wake herself up from.

The scene would not change until she finally sketched it onto paper, and even then she would only receive a glimpse of a few moments past what she was witnessing now. She wasn’t sure exactly why she was daydreaming about mythical beings, but it wasn’t uncommon for her to do so. She had quite a few drawings stashed away with things other than elves. There was some warped looking creature, with long ears and strange curved noses that walked around carrying pots, pans, and dynamite on black leather belts that held up their tidy linen pants. They carried pickaxes and shovels in their hands, and spoke in weird squeaking gibberish that took her some time to translate. Along with the mysterious creatures, there were tiny little people, who she assumed was a clan of midgets. They were as strange as the creatures, but they at least looked to be human. She believed that she had an overactive imagination, that translated stories of roleplaying games her classmates played into visions of what the world would be like if such creatures existed. The woman in her vision this time around was a familiar face, but that did not make her presence any less peculiar.

Aidan sped off for their home, unaware that his sister was mentally yelling at him. He would have ignored her even if she could get her message across. He felt the need to get her home and away from any risk of possibly interrupting her trance and causing irreversible damage to her fragile state of mind. Tora would have to be clued into Jocelyn’s background despite how his sister might feel about it, and Aidan could only hope the boy would understand the tragic life Jocelyn had lived, and how it had affected her. She was fragile, no matter how much she tried to deny it. No one could live with the fact that their mother believed they were a demon and attempted to kill them and remain untouched by it in some small way. She could not form connections to people, and Aidan believed it was because of their mother’s attack, and the fact that even before that, their mother had made Jocelyn feel completely unwanted. He was nearly eight years older than his sister, and had watched as their mother treated her like a monster, always yelling and screaming at even the smallest things that Jocelyn did. She would slap his sister’s hands even when she was little more than a baby, and while he hadn’t witnessed it first hand, Aidan suspected that Jocelyn had suffered quite a bit of abuse at their mother’s hands when he was not around.

Pulling into the driveway of their house, Aidan parked the car but made no move to rush Jocelyn out. Glancing into the backseat at Tora, he flashed a friendly smile that did not reach his eyes. “Sorry about this. It happens every once in a while, and we never know when it’s going to occur. So far it’s only happened while we’re at home, but there’s been a few times we’ve had to rush her back to the house.” Aidan didn’t give Tora a chance to respond, instantly exiting the car after giving a quick explanation. He circled around to the passenger’s seat, gently pulling his sister out from the vehicle and guiding her by the hand to the house. “Do you mind closing the car up for me? I’m going to get her inside. You can just walk right in. My aunt’s not home so you don’t have to worry about anyone snapping at you.” He wasted no more time getting Jocelyn inside, ushering her straight to her room and to her desk. He did not leave until his sister had a pencil in her hand, and a piece of paper resting in front of her. Once he heard the soft scratching of the lead against the page, he left her room but kept the door wide open in case she snapped out of her daze early. He stood in the hallway for several long moments, waiting to see if Tora would decide to check up on Jocelyn or if he was content to linger downstairs and give his sister some space to do her thing.

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Nydie has posts to make, but is having a very hard time finding any type of motivation! It's sad what the loss of an rp can do to your muse.