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Welcome To Shine City (Season 1)

“Thanks. I was just tired of people thinking I was a bum and trying to give me money, especially when they can't afford it. It makes me feel like a piece of shit, cause money is the last thing I need more of, and those kinda people deserve to be given money-not giving it away, you know? I just hate how bad financial issues are getting these days. People are getting paid less, prices are going up and I just don't want to see others going through what I had to.”

“By the way, you have your own band and you're really good. Why hasn't someone signed you up yet? They'd be stupid not to." Jake said as he handed the glass of water to Ryva.

Ryva took it and nodded, her face serious as she tucked her hair behind her ear again. "Aye, I know what ye mean, Jake. The economy keeps going downhill and the government is no' really doin' anything to help it. Did ye know that in America, their government is spending the money that the working class's children haven't even made yet? They are making it so that their children are up to their necks in debt."

She shook her head in distaste. "Makes me mad.” Then she smiled. “I do no’ know why someone hasn’t signed us up yet. I guess it’s because none of us have connections in the recording business.” Then she brightened. “Hey, Jake,” she looked at him with hopeful blue eyes. “Do ye have any guitars, or maybe a keyboard?” There was so much she wanted to say to him-about everything-but she was afraid that if she tried, she screw up and somehow end up being an ass again, somehow. Her stomach fluttered nervously with butterflies, and she mentally swore at herself.

What is wrong with you? Seriously, get a grip, Ry. She felt her cheeks heat up, and knew that they had to be just a little pink. I guess I’m a sucker for someone who looks sexy while smoking and has scars that tell you the shit he’s gone through, and still survived.

The Shifting Sands

After seeing the Alpha die, Dances had tried to get out of her cage by slamming her body against the door. When her savior had come over and asked if they weren't going to try to kill her, Dances tilted her head her. "Why would I do that?" she asked. "Considering you saved my life, most likely. If you hadn't, the Gods only know what they might have done to me." She stood up, but she still had to sort of crouch.

"Now, let me out as favor, please? They're here somewhere, my bow, arrow quiver, and my knives, too." Dances scented the wind and smelled blood. Good, her captors were dead. The female with the bow was giving her this odd look, but clearly knew what the chained Etori'ka was, so she just grinned, revealing sharp canines-an adaptation that had occurred in all elves when they'd had to become carnivores.

Although they had been opposed to eating meat, at first because of the spiritual link between elves and animals, they gave in. "Dances-with-Phantoms, member of the Sand-travels-at-Night Tribe, at your service," She said, dipping her head. Then she grimaced. "Former member, anyways." She was still a bit ticked off about being booted out of her tribe.

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

@Blizz Is that a sign that you would like me to join?

The Shifting Sands

@Monochromatic Rainbow

I like that idea.

Avan's Cove: A Pirate RP

I hope you all can read this okay. It's the color I'll be using mostly.

Welcome To Shine City (Season 1)

"No no no it was my fault I deserved that comment." Ryva smiled, eyes laughing as he said that. "Yes of course Im sorry what kind of host am I." After he led her and Moose to the living room, he then walked to the kitchen."I'll get Moose some water, would you like something to drink? I have a little bit of everything alcohol and non. I promise not to make it a fashion statement this time."

Ryva laughed at his last comment and said, "Thank ye, Jake." she calls as she has Moose lay down. "But I'll just have water. I've already had too much caffeine this morinin' and I do no' want tae crash later." She walked around, eventually making her way into the kitchen where Jake was smoking a cigarette. "Ye have a really lovely home, lad. I wish I had one like it." She gave him a rueful smile.

"Me apartment isn't half as nice as this. Ye'd think I'd make a little more money tae buy me own place, being so good at what I do," she shook her head. "But nay. Ah, well." She gave him a smile.

What am I doing, she wondered to herself. I just keep talking and talking. That's not like me, I'm never this chatty, and I can't help it when I look at his bare chest and want to trace those scars. And even though smoking is a filthy habit, he's kinda sexy when he takes a drag out of that cigarette. Hell, I don't even know what he does for a living!

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@KRAZY J

The Shifting Sands

I posted my bit with Dances.

The Shifting Sands

Dances-with-Phantoms

Race
-Tribe Elf-

Age
-18-

Reason for joining the Outcasts
-She walks so silently that her tribe feared she was a demon-

Skills
-Walk like a ghost-
-Excellent tracker-
-Fast runner-
-Gifted with a bow and arrow-
-Good with throwing knives-
-Dances gracefully

Motto/Catchphrase
-"Dance like no-one is watching."
Meaning: Life's too short to worry too much-

The Shifting Sands

Dances-with-Phantoms

Dances studied the arrow head that was in her leg, figuring out how to remove it without damaging her leg even further. She finally held the wound open with one hand, grit her teeth, and pulled it out with her other one. As she was pulling it out, she felt a little snap, and it pulled free. Only thing was that the tip was broken off. She hissed in frustration, and also out of warning to the squat thing that had gotten too close. Earlier, when he had tried to touch her the way only a mate is allowed to, she had nearly taken out his eye with her long, sharp fingernails. She sighed, clenched her jaw, and carefully searched for the tip of the arrow.

She smiled in pained satisfaction when she pulled it out, and threw both pieces at her captors, laugh and sneering in contempt at them when they swore at her. How humiliating, Dances thought. To be caged like a Hound-of-the-Sands. When I get out of here, I will slit their throats with my throwing knife. They had taken her throwing knives, as well as her bow and quiver of arrows. Feared though she had been, her former Tribesmen had been kind enough to let her keep her weapons. She then licked the blood off her fingers to clean them, and pulled from a hidden pouch in her top a small bone needle and thread made from the sinews of a gazelle. She threaded the needle, carefully wet it with her tongue, and began closing the wound in her leg with tiny, even stitches.

When she reached the end of the wound, she tied the thread, and bit it off before placing back into the pouch. Feeling better, she sat up straight and looked around, taking in her surroundings and marking possible escape routes. She saw a Etori'ka and sniffed the air to scent whether it was male or female. The breeze told the Tribe Elf that the Etori'ka was a female. Dances-with-Phantoms's ears twitched as she heard the squat creatures yell about the Etori'ka.

Dances made a sort of growling-barking sound at them, eyes dancing as she heard one of them complain that the Etori'ka had bitten his fingers off. "Serves you right, Ugly-squat-thing!" she yipped. "I shall get out of this cage, then you be missing more than fingers, you will!"

The Shifting Sands

Glad to be here. But as much as I detest it, I have to go now, but I will be back later. I promise.

Tribal

Dances-with-Phantoms

Race
-Tribe Elf-

Age
-18-

Reason for joining the Outcasts
-She walks so silently that her tribe feared she was a demon-

Skills
-Walk like a ghost-
-Excellent tracker-
-Fast runner-
-Gifted with a bow and arrow-
-Good with throwing knives-
-Dances gracefully

Motto/Catchphrase
-"Dance like no-one is watching."
Meaning: Life's too short to worry too much-