OH HELL NAH STOLE MY CAN OF FISH?
Seafoam it's up to you, but Clare can still shape shift - unless you want her to be nerfed that much?
SailorMoon
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In my spare time I like to make beats/music on my laptop, spend time with my lovely fianceé, and day dream. Watching movies is a favorite activity for me, but sometimes I need space to myself and don't want to do anything but curl up on the couch and sip hot tea while Frank Ocean sings in the background. It's a toss up. Sometimes I don't want to write, sometimes I'm going through things and just can't be bothered to search for my muse. If I'm going through that, I will always let a partner know.
If I need to drop for whatever reason, I will let you know. I'm a stickler for effort when it comes to our IC post, and I really do try to sprinkle my posts with some love and magic to give my partner something to work with.
I really just expect the same courtesy from my partners, and basic respect for boundaries and not getting too comfortable with me too fast. I will never rush anyone to post and again, expect the same decency. However, if it has been a month without a post or word from you, it will just be an automatic drop. No hard feelings, but on to better things.
W/ love, Sailor Moon
If I need to drop for whatever reason, I will let you know. I'm a stickler for effort when it comes to our IC post, and I really do try to sprinkle my posts with some love and magic to give my partner something to work with.
I really just expect the same courtesy from my partners, and basic respect for boundaries and not getting too comfortable with me too fast. I will never rush anyone to post and again, expect the same decency. However, if it has been a month without a post or word from you, it will just be an automatic drop. No hard feelings, but on to better things.
W/ love, Sailor Moon
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Lillian Thorne said
You linked to the IC a particular post. I don't know which one is the one in question. Did you contact the person about it? That's always a good first step.
Yeah but they ignored me. The person is SpiralAA.
CirusArvennicus said
That wasn't what...Oh, nevermind.
What were you saying? o.o
Harvest said
Alright, I feel a little better for that crap tornado then. I mostly just felt the need to explain how she'd be poor and yet have the fancy jewelry. And don't worry, she may be rude and all, but she at least tries to go places that are hygienic. I mean, just letting it go in front of everybody like a regular old horse would be like a human soiling themselves.
Feel free to hop in whenever you're ready. I've added El's job, and her cellmate. :)
Also Ru, it's breakfast time lol not lunch. x]
Harvest said
Woo, finally finished. Sorry about the sloppy history, but that's always my least favorite part to mess with. Besides, I can always come up with a childhood or whatever for her later. On the fly character development is best character development.
You actually don't have to fill out the history portion, lol it's just an option for those who do like to write their character's history.
Accepted. :)
She may need a manure catcher. :x
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/9916/posts/ic
Who the hell is that?
Just notified the mods.
Just notified the mods.
Yay for IC :D
Also, yes... Sloan eats cat food - fish. >_>
Also, yes... Sloan eats cat food - fish. >_>
Sunday Morning - Breakfast
Sloan was still a bit tired, but she managed to get to the front of breakfast line before any of the other inmates. She ignored the scoffs from some of the women behind her, annoyed that she had taken their usual spot in the line. The food they served was well prepared and surprisingly good, but Sloan didn't see a reason to become hostile over it, especially when everyone would be served eventually. Perhaps because fish tasted the same to her at every temperature, she never cared where she was in the line. It was just mere coincidence that today, Sloan was first.
A goblin wearing a hair net walked up behind the cafeteria serving table and picked up two sealed aluminum cans with a small cat on it. Sloan took the cans and studied the writing, as she always did, just to make sure it was the right kind of fish. "Move it, Tuna breath! I could have eaten twice already with how long you've been standing there!" An ogre woman grunted directly from behind Sloan. The green slob was close enough to get an eyeful of claws, but not today... Not today. Licking her lips and twitching her ears, Sloan slowly turned around to face the towering ball of filth. They made direct eye contact, neither of them backing down. Sloan mumbled several incoherent words, a language unknown to those outside of her coven. As she spoke, The ogre's tough exterior began to crumble not long before she was screaming at the top of her lungs and falling to her knees, pulling at her hair as if there were something hiding in it. Sloan lowered her gaze to look at the woman on the floor, her expression unmoved. The Ogre scratched at it's green skin, begging someone to make it stop. The guards stood in the place around the cafeteria and ignored the mad creature on the floor, no blood was spilled and whatever Sloan had done would wear off in time; They knew that.
With her two cans of food stacked on her plate, she stepped over the crying ogre and sat at a table in the corner farthest from the line. It was dark and quiet, just the way she liked it. Normally she would sit with the other Witches, but none of the tables had filled up yet and she wasn't going to wait on anyone. Smiling, she traced a circle along the rim of the can with her middle claw and peeled the top off. Her tail waved happily behind her as she stabbed at her food with a spork and shoveled the fish into her mouth. It would have been easier to just turn into a cat and eat, but Sloan enjoyed doing things like a human.
Sloan was still a bit tired, but she managed to get to the front of breakfast line before any of the other inmates. She ignored the scoffs from some of the women behind her, annoyed that she had taken their usual spot in the line. The food they served was well prepared and surprisingly good, but Sloan didn't see a reason to become hostile over it, especially when everyone would be served eventually. Perhaps because fish tasted the same to her at every temperature, she never cared where she was in the line. It was just mere coincidence that today, Sloan was first.
A goblin wearing a hair net walked up behind the cafeteria serving table and picked up two sealed aluminum cans with a small cat on it. Sloan took the cans and studied the writing, as she always did, just to make sure it was the right kind of fish. "Move it, Tuna breath! I could have eaten twice already with how long you've been standing there!" An ogre woman grunted directly from behind Sloan. The green slob was close enough to get an eyeful of claws, but not today... Not today. Licking her lips and twitching her ears, Sloan slowly turned around to face the towering ball of filth. They made direct eye contact, neither of them backing down. Sloan mumbled several incoherent words, a language unknown to those outside of her coven. As she spoke, The ogre's tough exterior began to crumble not long before she was screaming at the top of her lungs and falling to her knees, pulling at her hair as if there were something hiding in it. Sloan lowered her gaze to look at the woman on the floor, her expression unmoved. The Ogre scratched at it's green skin, begging someone to make it stop. The guards stood in the place around the cafeteria and ignored the mad creature on the floor, no blood was spilled and whatever Sloan had done would wear off in time; They knew that.
With her two cans of food stacked on her plate, she stepped over the crying ogre and sat at a table in the corner farthest from the line. It was dark and quiet, just the way she liked it. Normally she would sit with the other Witches, but none of the tables had filled up yet and she wasn't going to wait on anyone. Smiling, she traced a circle along the rim of the can with her middle claw and peeled the top off. Her tail waved happily behind her as she stabbed at her food with a spork and shoveled the fish into her mouth. It would have been easier to just turn into a cat and eat, but Sloan enjoyed doing things like a human.
Rusalka said
Mechanic eh? Is this because of the bandana? XD
Nah. I just picked up stuff that seems hands on.
Also, Fabri I changed your job. :3
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