Piqsy

Casual Roleplay ~ Looking for males or females.

I'm interested in your werewolf idea. Do you want to PM?

I'm back! (Ignore post count!)

I'm interested in trying a Harry Potter style rp. Would you be up for that still?

Looking for Rp partners. Casual to Advance

I'm interested in the vampire/servant or the Pirate rp!

Seeking Passionate Casual/Advanced Writers

My idea was more that there is the change of the industrial revolution bringing in various different things, and so people are beginning to turn away from magic as a source of power, and so the magical people are losing income and becoming part of the lower classes. Other dynamics could be added and things could be adjusted if you wanted, but it was more of a general idea. The steam punk could be avoided if we sorted out the "world" before we began.

Seeking Passionate Casual/Advanced Writers

Hi! Would you be up for some industrial revolution-time with magic? Probably hints of steam punk may be lightly intertwined with that, but it's up to you?

calmgale's cry for help!

I sent a PM!

Doctor? Doctor Who? |SinfulSkills & Piqsy|

Hazel stared in shock as he snatched her phone from her. He being the madman who was currently stealing her phone. "No, no." She scolded as he started talking on her phone, too embarrassed to try and snatch it back. "No. No no no, you don't just get to nick my phone." And then he started walking off with it, after making some stupid speech about not giving back her phone.

"You think I'll let you walk off with my phone? Like my boss won't kill me for not answering his damn calls about which meeting he's supposed to be in tomorrow?" She shouted after him, walking quickly to catch up to him as he wandered off waving his stick around. "I think yes, Miss Hazel does need her phone back, thank you. I'm not letting you just walk off with it like you're some sort of sexy psychotic swindler! Oh my god, are you going through my texts? Do you know how wrong that is? How did you even get in there? There's a password!" She snapped, stepping in front of his path.

She paused for a minute, looking at him steadily, trying to make up her mind about him. "Who the hell even are you?" She asked, eyebrows knitted together as she held out her hand for the phone, hoping that she would get the damn thing back.

calmgale's cry for help!

I have a plot-sort-of-thing that has been bugging me for a few weeks now. Would you be interested in something supernatural? Magical/supernatural creatures and such?

Angel Vicky's Sanctuary

I've got a good idea for a vampire / human roleplay, if you fancy? I'd be happy to play the male?

Doctor? Doctor Who? |SinfulSkills & Piqsy|

Hazel knew her mother would work it out eventually. That she wasn't really getting paid for the occasional articles she posted across for her mother to show off. But, still, she wiggled the magazine clipping in to the envelope and sent it off anyway, to try and hold up some sort of dignity. To try and keep up the fantasy that tens of thousands of pounds of student loans were worth it, at least. It didn't seem to work, but it kept her mother happy, at least.
So the clipping was pushed in to the little window, paid for it, and then she turned to leave. But there was no real reason to stick around here, apart from her own stubborn pride. She didn't know where she was, not really. Yes, central London, but what she was doing was just like dying. She'd wanted an adventurous life, not to organise everything for someone else. Still, she wouldn't just give in. And she'd find someone for that work dinner, she hoped.
The phone rang in her back pocket. Her mother, probably, but she ignored it as she headed back to the door to leave, pausing to look at the phone when it started ringing again. Unknown number, odd. Still, it didn't really matter, did it?