Oh, thanks! x) As a matter of fact, I did a lot of community service in high school to increase my chances of getting into a good university and one of the things I did was volunteer as an art teacher at the hospital day care in my parent's hometown. The daycare was for kids of hospital employees. They were elementary and middle school kids so you know, "art" was sort of synonymous with "we get to make a mess" xD I do think I could be an art instructor someday, maybe after I retire from my design job, I'll get a cushy job teaching college art classes x)
Hell yeah, dancers are hot too. Graceful, sensuous, crazy flexible x) Not to mention the variety of wardrobe. Holy shit! That's even more impressive that he still plays after all that! That's pretty cool. It's funny because soccer players have a bit of a reputation for being drama queens when it comes to getting hit or touched at all by another player x) It's not a contact sport at all so if there is any rough housing, the ref will call a penalty ranging from a free kick to a red card which gets you kicked out of the game. Some dishonest players will do what's called "diving" which is when a player falls dramatically to the ground after an innocent bump from another player and pretends that they are more hurt than they really, hoping the ref will call a penalty. Isn't that despicable? I do not dive because I'm above that x) There is all sorts of diving going on in the world cup right now.
Same, like I could relate to the stress of wanting to be the best or of being surpassed by someone more talented than me. I cannot relate to pulling the skin off my fingers however. Her mom was so creepy. Mila was super hot x) But also creepy.
Tyrion, Arya, Sansa, Jon, Dany, and Podrick. If any of yous die soon, I'll be so sad 8,( Oh and Jaime too, I like him now. It was nice of him to lend a hand in Tyrion's escape. 8D *shot*
Hey don't even worry about it! It's seriously ok, I completely understand. You've waited on me in the past haven't you? You don't have to apologize! I get writers block too, all the time. I'm not the type to get all uppity about how soon someone posts, especially when the other person is sending me beautiful 3000+ responses that literally have the power to give me butterflies x) I mean, that's a lot of writing! xD I've written more for this rp than any college class I've taken, it's kind of blowing my mind right now tbh. By the way, I really really really loved how you tied in Charlie's escape with Mila and Lisette's activities x) I can't wait for them to bump into each other lol! That was perfect. Good move.
Listen, if you want to take a break from this or have to stop or anything, just let me know, I promise I won't bite your head off or guilt trip you or anything like that. I'll be understanding. .........that being said, I do hope very much that you want to keep going x) I'm all pumped up to write a reply after reading yours! But I won't get mad if you need a break, I won't. And you don't have to justify it to me or feel like your reasons aren't good enough. Also thank you for writing consistently awesome posts and for creating great characters and reading all my inane babbling and just being a really interesting person on the internet to talk to x)
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Despite feeling comfortably drowsy, Evelyn was still alert enough to notice Lenora stiffen at her request to climb into her bed. She couldn’t help but smirk a little at that, wondering if she would try to make up some excuse to go back to her own room. But to her delight, the girl moved reluctantly toward the bed and began taking off her shoes. Evelyn watched her with heavy eyelids, looking pleased at her obedience.
"Lady, is this proper?"
The mistress laughed as she slid over just a bit to make room for her. The mattress sunk a little with the girl’s added weight. “I don’t care if it is or isn’t,” she said indifferently, “It’s not like anybody will know anyways. Unless you tell them. But you won’t.” She said this with cool, calm authority as if she thought Lenora was incapable of disobeying her. She was lying on her side now, her icy blue eyes looking content and curious at the same time. When Lenora sighed at the softness of the pillows, she laughed again and quirked an eyebrow.
“More comfortable than the bed upstairs I take it?” She thought that there was something rather adorable in the way the girl settled into the bed, as if the poor thing had never experienced anything like it. She probably hasn’t. It should have been an obvious thought, but Evelyn was so used to these comforts that she had a hard time imagining having to go without them. “Exquisitely soft, aren’t they?” she murmured, stroking the surface of the Lenora’s pillow with her hand and brushing the other girl’s hair ever so slightly with her fingertips in the process. She nestled herself closer to her maid, very much aware and amused at how stiffly the younger girl lay next to her. She let her knee “accidently” brush her thigh as she inched closer still, until her head came to rest on the same pillow. “The silk is from China and feathers from India,” she whispered, close enough that her breath could tickle Lenora’s ear. “What do you think? Are they to your liking?” There was something slightly mocking in her tone, though it was soft and smooth.
Evelyn drew the covers higher above both of them and snuggled closer to Lenora until her body was flush with hers. “This is much more comfortable,” she sighed, closing her eyes. The ends of her hair were touching the other girl’s cheek. “I’m much warmer now.” Her voice was steadily getting drowsier and distant. “You had better not…not kick…in your sleep or I’ll push…push you out of the bed…” She yawned and mumbled something that sounded vaguely like “And don’t leave,” before her breathing became regular and even and her expression soft and peaceful.
"Lady, is this proper?"
The mistress laughed as she slid over just a bit to make room for her. The mattress sunk a little with the girl’s added weight. “I don’t care if it is or isn’t,” she said indifferently, “It’s not like anybody will know anyways. Unless you tell them. But you won’t.” She said this with cool, calm authority as if she thought Lenora was incapable of disobeying her. She was lying on her side now, her icy blue eyes looking content and curious at the same time. When Lenora sighed at the softness of the pillows, she laughed again and quirked an eyebrow.
“More comfortable than the bed upstairs I take it?” She thought that there was something rather adorable in the way the girl settled into the bed, as if the poor thing had never experienced anything like it. She probably hasn’t. It should have been an obvious thought, but Evelyn was so used to these comforts that she had a hard time imagining having to go without them. “Exquisitely soft, aren’t they?” she murmured, stroking the surface of the Lenora’s pillow with her hand and brushing the other girl’s hair ever so slightly with her fingertips in the process. She nestled herself closer to her maid, very much aware and amused at how stiffly the younger girl lay next to her. She let her knee “accidently” brush her thigh as she inched closer still, until her head came to rest on the same pillow. “The silk is from China and feathers from India,” she whispered, close enough that her breath could tickle Lenora’s ear. “What do you think? Are they to your liking?” There was something slightly mocking in her tone, though it was soft and smooth.
Evelyn drew the covers higher above both of them and snuggled closer to Lenora until her body was flush with hers. “This is much more comfortable,” she sighed, closing her eyes. The ends of her hair were touching the other girl’s cheek. “I’m much warmer now.” Her voice was steadily getting drowsier and distant. “You had better not…not kick…in your sleep or I’ll push…push you out of the bed…” She yawned and mumbled something that sounded vaguely like “And don’t leave,” before her breathing became regular and even and her expression soft and peaceful.
Hey my post is a bit long, but only because it's a starter x) I hope you don't mind. I promise my usual posts will stick to about three or four paragraphs.
“Come on, come on…”
Eva glanced at the clock on her phone, nearly dancing in her spot. Shit, I’m gonna be late. She stared back up at the red DONT WALK sign as if she could will it turn green. She was standing on the street corner only a couple blocks away from her high school with her bag slung over her shoulder and her school uniform hastily thrown on. Her chestnut brown locks were a little windswept from her half jog down the street and still drying from her quick shower. She brushed a few strands distractedly from her eyes and continued to glare at the steady stream of cars blocking her path.
“Why does this light take forev-…finally!”
She hurried across the street, hair whipping behind her, catching the attention of a few male drivers stopped at the light. Even disheveled, she was an attractive girl and looked mature for her age. In her usual clothes she could easily pass as being in her early twenties and had certainly taken advantage of that fact by slipping into bars and nightclub with some of her older friends.
As she sped down the street, Eva looked at her phone again and groaned. It wasn’t being late that bothered her. In fact, she was late quite frequently. The problem was that she’d already used up all of her tardy passes and if she was late one more time, she’d have to go to Saturday detention. She had plans for Saturday and they didn’t involve dragging herself to school sit in some stale classroom for hours on end. The thought made her quicken her steps even more.
“Maybe I can get Mrs. Whitaker to give me a break,” she mumbled to herself, trying to think of some excuse to get herself off the hook. “I’ll say my cat died, or my kitchen was on fire, or my little brother was-…” Suddenly she stopped. She blinked and looked at her phone again to check the date. Then a slow, easy smirk split across her face and she laughed.
Today was the day Mrs. Whitaker was leaving them. They were supposed to get some new teacher who was going to take over their class for the rest of the year. Eva stretched her arms lazily over her head and continued down the street and leisurely pace, a smug grin on her face. She’d been freaking out for nothing. There was no way a new teacher was going to know the system yet, know to give her detention, or possibly even have the guts to do it. Hell, maybe she could sweet talk the new teacher into giving her no absence for today at all.
With her hands in the pockets of her skirt, Eva strolled into the school building, down the quiet halls where class was already in session and into the girl’s bathroom to freshen up a bit. She was already late so she might as well get a chance to make herself look good. She brushed her hair and touched up her make-up and adjusted her uniform. They were pretty strict regulations about how the uniform was supposed to be worn, but she didn’t really care about those. The hem of her skirt was rolled a few times so that the fabric stopped high on her thighs. Her jacket was open and her white collared shirt was unbuttoned at the top, the school’s red tie hanging slack around her neck. The only unaltered part were the regulation socks pulled high on her slender legs. After giving herself an approving look, she headed to her classroom.
She was sure the other students were used her tardiness by now and she wasn’t shy at all about opening the door to the classroom in the middle of the lecture. “Hey, sorry I’m late,” she said off-handedly, barely glancing at the new teacher before heading to her seat. Her friends snickered at her arrival and she made a face at them and grinned. She made her way to the back of the classroom, slung her bag on the floor, pulled the desk chair out loudly and took a seat, immediately leaning back to say hi to one of her friends.
Eva glanced at the clock on her phone, nearly dancing in her spot. Shit, I’m gonna be late. She stared back up at the red DONT WALK sign as if she could will it turn green. She was standing on the street corner only a couple blocks away from her high school with her bag slung over her shoulder and her school uniform hastily thrown on. Her chestnut brown locks were a little windswept from her half jog down the street and still drying from her quick shower. She brushed a few strands distractedly from her eyes and continued to glare at the steady stream of cars blocking her path.
“Why does this light take forev-…finally!”
She hurried across the street, hair whipping behind her, catching the attention of a few male drivers stopped at the light. Even disheveled, she was an attractive girl and looked mature for her age. In her usual clothes she could easily pass as being in her early twenties and had certainly taken advantage of that fact by slipping into bars and nightclub with some of her older friends.
As she sped down the street, Eva looked at her phone again and groaned. It wasn’t being late that bothered her. In fact, she was late quite frequently. The problem was that she’d already used up all of her tardy passes and if she was late one more time, she’d have to go to Saturday detention. She had plans for Saturday and they didn’t involve dragging herself to school sit in some stale classroom for hours on end. The thought made her quicken her steps even more.
“Maybe I can get Mrs. Whitaker to give me a break,” she mumbled to herself, trying to think of some excuse to get herself off the hook. “I’ll say my cat died, or my kitchen was on fire, or my little brother was-…” Suddenly she stopped. She blinked and looked at her phone again to check the date. Then a slow, easy smirk split across her face and she laughed.
Today was the day Mrs. Whitaker was leaving them. They were supposed to get some new teacher who was going to take over their class for the rest of the year. Eva stretched her arms lazily over her head and continued down the street and leisurely pace, a smug grin on her face. She’d been freaking out for nothing. There was no way a new teacher was going to know the system yet, know to give her detention, or possibly even have the guts to do it. Hell, maybe she could sweet talk the new teacher into giving her no absence for today at all.
With her hands in the pockets of her skirt, Eva strolled into the school building, down the quiet halls where class was already in session and into the girl’s bathroom to freshen up a bit. She was already late so she might as well get a chance to make herself look good. She brushed her hair and touched up her make-up and adjusted her uniform. They were pretty strict regulations about how the uniform was supposed to be worn, but she didn’t really care about those. The hem of her skirt was rolled a few times so that the fabric stopped high on her thighs. Her jacket was open and her white collared shirt was unbuttoned at the top, the school’s red tie hanging slack around her neck. The only unaltered part were the regulation socks pulled high on her slender legs. After giving herself an approving look, she headed to her classroom.
She was sure the other students were used her tardiness by now and she wasn’t shy at all about opening the door to the classroom in the middle of the lecture. “Hey, sorry I’m late,” she said off-handedly, barely glancing at the new teacher before heading to her seat. Her friends snickered at her arrival and she made a face at them and grinned. She made her way to the back of the classroom, slung her bag on the floor, pulled the desk chair out loudly and took a seat, immediately leaning back to say hi to one of her friends.
Haha, why is it awful? Too many people? I haven't been to New York yet, but I really want to go some time and see the Metropolitan Museum and Time Square and all the other touristy spots.
Haha, those Victorian swear words are hilarious! I like Cherry, because it also sounds kind of cute x) I see you used it already. I'm gonna try to casually throw in some of that Victorian slang and see if you notice x) Btw if you're interested in Victorian stuff and girl on girl romance, you should check out the book Fingersmith by Sarah Waters, it's really good and was my inspiration for this plot.
Ha, I ship them too xD Levelyn. Evenora.
Haha, those Victorian swear words are hilarious! I like Cherry, because it also sounds kind of cute x) I see you used it already. I'm gonna try to casually throw in some of that Victorian slang and see if you notice x) Btw if you're interested in Victorian stuff and girl on girl romance, you should check out the book Fingersmith by Sarah Waters, it's really good and was my inspiration for this plot.
Ha, I ship them too xD Levelyn. Evenora.
Evelyn could hear Lenora’s padded footsteps on the carpet as she hurried down the hall and stopped to knock once on her door before entering. The young mistress watched her enter and curtsy from her bed, not bothering to sit up when she spoke to her.
“Oh good, you remembered this time. To curtsy, I mean,” she drawled lazily. The covers were drawn up close to her chin and her head was cushioned in a valley of soft pillows. Her hair lay tumbled about her face like a halo of gold. She looked perfectly at ease.
“Were you sleeping well? I hope the room is comfortable?” she asked casually, as if she had woken up the girl in the middle of the night and sent her scurrying to her side just to ask this simple question. Evelyn beckoned her closer with a wave of her hand. “I’m glad you were so quick. The room is frightfully cold and I can’t sleep.” She pouted and pointed to the fireplace. “It’s gone down to just the embers. Can you stoke it a little for me?”
She watched her, suddenly feeling more and more sleepy. Somehow having another person in her presence made her feel more relaxed. After a moment of watching her maid, she said, “Lenora? Come here.” She pulled back the covers next to her. “The bed is so cold with just me in it. Lay down next to me until I fall asleep.” Despite the drowsiness in her voice, it was still a command. She looked at her expectantly, snuggling further into her pillows and crooking her finger at her.
“Oh good, you remembered this time. To curtsy, I mean,” she drawled lazily. The covers were drawn up close to her chin and her head was cushioned in a valley of soft pillows. Her hair lay tumbled about her face like a halo of gold. She looked perfectly at ease.
“Were you sleeping well? I hope the room is comfortable?” she asked casually, as if she had woken up the girl in the middle of the night and sent her scurrying to her side just to ask this simple question. Evelyn beckoned her closer with a wave of her hand. “I’m glad you were so quick. The room is frightfully cold and I can’t sleep.” She pouted and pointed to the fireplace. “It’s gone down to just the embers. Can you stoke it a little for me?”
She watched her, suddenly feeling more and more sleepy. Somehow having another person in her presence made her feel more relaxed. After a moment of watching her maid, she said, “Lenora? Come here.” She pulled back the covers next to her. “The bed is so cold with just me in it. Lay down next to me until I fall asleep.” Despite the drowsiness in her voice, it was still a command. She looked at her expectantly, snuggling further into her pillows and crooking her finger at her.
Haha, it's cool, no worries!
Hehe, you're right, it does make me happy x) Stuff like that gets me out of my head and I get really absorbed in it! The best is when I'm drawing on campus and someone stops by to watch me for a bit and then it usually strikes up a good conversation (lol although it makes me a little anxious to have someone watching when I first start, I'd rather be well into it x)) You should totally try it, just draw anything, draw from real life rather than photos, and draw with a pen so you don't worry about erasing and your lines will get more and more confident.
Ikr, it's too hot to walk plus I want to see how fast the golf carts go x) Yeah, golf is hard man! I'll stick to mini golf lol. Heh, yeah, soccer players are the hottest, I must agree with you there *flips hair* xD That's pretty impressive of your dad, because I mean it seems like rugby really tears you up! Football players smash into each other but they wear a ton of padding and rugby players don't wear any protective gear, right? I just remembered that my dad used to be on a baseball team on the military base with some of his coworkers. Now that is a boring sport to watch imo xD
Aw that's sweet that his parents make it comfortable for you guys to be affectionate ^^ Red with blue elastic, huh x)
Yeah, it's pretty messed up alright. Just thinking about it makes me tense lol.
She'll probably die, since that seems to be the trend in Game of Thrones. Oh wait, that's only for the ones we fall in love with Dx Tyrion, don't diieeee. Yeah, I honestly wanted Joffrey to die in the most painful way possible, so not complaining about that one. Egretttttt tho *cries* Dx Simon texted me after asking if I'd seen it and was like "why do they kill the hot ones, why." I guess, even though I liked her and Jon together, they never would have been able to make it work. It was a Romeo and Juliette romance, so it had to end tragically Dx
Hehe, you're right, it does make me happy x) Stuff like that gets me out of my head and I get really absorbed in it! The best is when I'm drawing on campus and someone stops by to watch me for a bit and then it usually strikes up a good conversation (lol although it makes me a little anxious to have someone watching when I first start, I'd rather be well into it x)) You should totally try it, just draw anything, draw from real life rather than photos, and draw with a pen so you don't worry about erasing and your lines will get more and more confident.
Ikr, it's too hot to walk plus I want to see how fast the golf carts go x) Yeah, golf is hard man! I'll stick to mini golf lol. Heh, yeah, soccer players are the hottest, I must agree with you there *flips hair* xD That's pretty impressive of your dad, because I mean it seems like rugby really tears you up! Football players smash into each other but they wear a ton of padding and rugby players don't wear any protective gear, right? I just remembered that my dad used to be on a baseball team on the military base with some of his coworkers. Now that is a boring sport to watch imo xD
Aw that's sweet that his parents make it comfortable for you guys to be affectionate ^^ Red with blue elastic, huh x)
Yeah, it's pretty messed up alright. Just thinking about it makes me tense lol.
She'll probably die, since that seems to be the trend in Game of Thrones. Oh wait, that's only for the ones we fall in love with Dx Tyrion, don't diieeee. Yeah, I honestly wanted Joffrey to die in the most painful way possible, so not complaining about that one. Egretttttt tho *cries* Dx Simon texted me after asking if I'd seen it and was like "why do they kill the hot ones, why." I guess, even though I liked her and Jon together, they never would have been able to make it work. It was a Romeo and Juliette romance, so it had to end tragically Dx
Very interested in this!
Ooo very interested!
Edit: A quick question, do the people with numbers, the ones who didn't commit suicide, have literal slips of paper with numbers? If so, could one of us poor unfortunate souls try to con one of them into giving us their number? And thus get our ticket out of this purgatory? heh heh >D
Edit: A quick question, do the people with numbers, the ones who didn't commit suicide, have literal slips of paper with numbers? If so, could one of us poor unfortunate souls try to con one of them into giving us their number? And thus get our ticket out of this purgatory? heh heh >D
Oh cool New York! :D
Haha! Dis bitch, yep that pretty much sums her up x) Lol she's already ringing it heh heh. God, Lenora's gonna be so annoyed xD
Haha! Dis bitch, yep that pretty much sums her up x) Lol she's already ringing it heh heh. God, Lenora's gonna be so annoyed xD
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