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Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

Thanks! I'm glad we don't have generic characters relationships. I'm trying my best not to let that happen. -.-;; Working on the post now.

Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

XD YAY!

Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

@TheMusketMan Meh, I couldn't sleep so I posted. That's fine. I don't mind waiting. ^_^ I posted. So, is he going to offer her a job or is he going to storm off Or is he going to freak out and kidnap her? XD I was hoping for the first, but his personality suggests that he would do the last two. XD

Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

She was sitting on the ground now with her legs crossed Indian style. There wasn't any point in doing anything while he lectured her. He was throwing a temper tantrum. She looked up at him while covered in dirt and couldn't help but laugh at him. Was his pride so fragile that one homeless person not giving him his 'act charity for the day' sent him off the edge. Did he help any of those people who blatantly asked him for food or money? No, he ignored them. Instead he stalked after the one person who didn't ask for his food or money. Yes, this was considered stalking at this point. He acted like he gave her a choice on whether or not she was to accept his so called 'kindness', when in fact he simply bulled his way through everything. He didn't take 'no' for an answer so he simply kept forcing his way. She didn't take his offer, so he took her job, probably thinking if she was left without options, she would now see his actions and accept them with loving arms. He said she was trying to be her friend. What friend blatantly ignores someone telling them that they didn't want their help and continues to force their 'kindness' on them? How delusional privileged men were. Yes, privileged. He obviously didn't hear the word 'no' much in his life or at least he acted like he didn't. The man continued to call her names but after years of living on the streets, she had developed a thick skin for it. Breathing loudly, she tilted her head at him. The last sentence made her smile. Was he actually giving her a choice? If he had simply given her a choice at the beginning perhaps things would have plaid out different, but no he continued to act like a spoiled child. Amelia wondered if she should chose her words carefully. It wouldn't surprise her if he had gotten violent if she told him no again. At this point, she had nothing else left to loose. Might as well be honest. "You don't get told 'no' much do you? I said it once and I'll say it again to make things as clear as possible. I don't want your food! I don't want your so called 'act of kindness'! What I want from you is a job. Now, if you can't do that for me, then maybe you should go help someone who ASKS FOR IT!" Her words dripped with hate. If he was going to hit her then so be it. It was true she was hungry, but she wasn't about to accept this lunatic's offers. She would find food on her own. It may not be good or warm but at least it didn't come with a hulking deranged stalker.

Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

I saw your post. I'll respond tomorrow. I'm a bit under the weather right now.

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Spell-weaver~ 1x1 Witch/Wizard (Changed the name.)

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Spell-weaver~ 1x1 Witch/Wizard (Changed the name.)

Hearing the other insinuate that she was a sexual play thing made her laugh. This assumption was not uncommon to her. She was nice to look upon, which could either lead people to do foolish things or it could lead people to assume she was some sort of evil fleshy sorceress. Either way, it didn't matter to her. If someone where to fall for her looks and do something foolish that was their decision. If someone was to write her off as some beautiful demoness that should be avoided, that was good as well. It would leave her with less annoying people to deal with. Alexander obviously didn't like communicating with his other. There had to be a reason for this. Such an interesting puzzle. Was it worth solving? Usually, Clara didn't like peering into the personal lived of others. This was simply because she did not like that sort of treatment from others, but she very rarely had people nosing into her business. The other moved closer to her, but she didn't move away. She didn't have any energy to repel him with magic at the moment which meant if things got bad she would have to resort to a physical retaliation. The others eyes looked into her golden ones and she continued to smirk at him. If he wanted her dead, she would be. He wanted something else. This curious behavior. Was this how demons worked? She read about demons getting what they wanted through trickery and manipulation. This would also explain Alexander's peculiar eyes. Alexander's body sparked with little jolts of energy then his eyes returned to their usual demonic appearance. He seemed shocked at his upright position. Clara continued to smile at him trying not to sound amused at his confusion. The whole situation left her with wild curiosity coursing through her mind. Should she pry? Will he tell her? Why would he? She is a stranger. Just a travel companion. Then again, they both almost died earlier. Perhaps that would be enough for someone to feel comfortable with divulging secrets. She thought about the situation in reverse for a moment. Would she tell him her secrets even after what they have been through? Probably not. There was a silence that seemed to last for quite some time before Clara spoke. "You called me darling." She chuckled unable to contain her amusement.

Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

@TheMusketMan Cool! Yea, she really hates his guts right now. XD

Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

Leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, she tried to focus on calming herself. Surely enough the one person she did not want to see appeared shortly after. "Oh? Are you becoming self aware?" She opened one eye and felt around for something hard. Maybe a pip or something she could swing at the jerk. "Aren't there other poor and destitute people for you to harass or am I just special?" Amelia sneered glaring at him and feeling tired due to hunger. Her boot was starting to sound tasty. Maybe she would eat it as a reward to herself after shoving it down that creep's pompous throat. The nerve of him following her. Was he one of those sick psychopaths that prayed on poor women? That would be her luck. She always attracted crazy people.