Teaistasty

Happiness

@Drewccapp it was wild haha. The first night almost everyone got pass-out drunk and his boyfriend almost started a fire to get everyone to leave the house. There were two of our military friends there and one of them cut open their pinky and it wouldn't stop bleeding. I ended making an emergency run to get band aides, water, snacks, and ointment for the cut and the cashier just looked at me like rough night? By the time I got back one girl was passed out, another was stumbling everywhere while asking for more alcohol(we were out by then), dude with the cut was throwing up, other military dude was freaking out, and birthday boy's boyfriend was burning chicken on the stove in a desperate attempt to make everyone leave.

The next morning military dude needed stitches cause it turns out he opened up an important vein. The second night we toned it, excuse my language, the fuck down and just got Mexican. Military man left his knife in my car, so I gave it to birthday boy after showing him how to use so he didn't cut himself.

Tldr; no more nights out for Tea for a while.
Hope everyone had a less eventful weekend!

|| Marked Academy || "It's Written in the Stars..." ||

@RikaThank you! Editing now! :)

|| Marked Academy || "It's Written in the Stars..." ||

If Virgo isn't taken, I'm interested in taking the sign!

My Hider

Emmry~Virgo
"That girl is a sweetheart at her best and a conniving, unforgiving bitch at her worst."


{16}/{2nd Year}

{Roommate}
(Leave blank if it hasn't been determined.)

{Virgo}

{Personality Traits}
Positive- fierce, protective, headstrong, observant, reliable
Negative- vain, capricious, self-centered, skeptical, fussy

{Talent}
Debates and Writing

Because of her self-centered nature, Emmry is good at focusing on a topic without getting distracted once she's interested. This means that she has no issues doing research and is a passionate debater that enjoys the attention earned by a good presentation.

{Brief Background}
Born into a rich family, Emmry learned from an early age that material possessions are, in fact, important. A teddy bear at night can replace a working mother's goodnight kiss, and a constantly refilled bank account is evidence that her parents still think of her. Call her materialistic, but Emmry knows the true value of gestures and words.
An only child, Emmry is new to the concept of sharing and is certainly not open to it.

Happiness

Tim nearly jumped when the girl threw up her hands, asking to talk. Tim noticed her hand was also injured, and wondered if this was some strange symbolism in his dream.
Not a dream, gently chided some part of Tim. Either way the girl looked unarmed. If this was a nightmare, he doubted she was a monster.

Feeling safe and eager to get out of the washroom with the thing behind him, Tim popped out of the door, mirroring the girl by throwing up his hand to show he was harmless.

"Sorry, I'm here! My name's Tim and I'm an accountant. When I woke up I thought I fell asleep on the toilet, but there's this weird message on a cell phone and there might be a dead body in the room behind me but I don't know cause I didn't check and I'm trying to stay calm."

Tim knew he was babbling, but what else could he do? The smell and the stress were slowly creeping up on him.

Happiness

Posting within the hour! Sorry, it was my friends 21st birthday this weekend, so we had to take him out and thus I was away from the computer haha

Happiness

The bathroom door swung open easily into a hallway, and Tim thought he felt a bit better. There was a door directly across from him and the smell wasn't as bad in the hallway. No need to panic yet. Tim tried the door in front of him, but it was locked. This was still a dream, right?

Not a dream, whispered some dark corner of his mind. It didn't smell as bad now that he was out of the restroom, but the lighting was still dark and his shock was slowly turning over into panic. A light ache was starting in his head. Tim regularly had migraines at work, mostly from his own negativity, but he suspected this one wasn't work related. He went to pull at his tie, a nervous habit, but found he wasn't wearing one. Odd, but he still had his regular white button-down work shirt and black work pants on.

His wrist still ached, but he didn't bother checking the bandage yet. Instead, he glanced around, trying to feel out his options.

To his left there was an old dumb waiter, currently closed off by some metal, and to his right was a dark hallway. Tim heard some distant shouting, nothing panicked, but it made him want to travel the dark hallway all the less. Tim glanced back at the bathroom door, but couldn't bring himself to go back to the smell and the...
...the mess.

Tim remembered the phone. The one that had said Welcome back.
He had grabbed it before he left. And, ominous message or not, it would still help him see in the dark hallway. Suddenly, Tim heard footsteps. Light footsteps, not walking too fast, but not all that hesitant either. Someone was walking in his direction! Tim panicked and leapt behind the bathroom door to hide, leaving it open a crack to spy on whomever was coming. Maybe if they looked.. not ominous? Or maybe not dangerous? If they seemed like a normal human being maybe he would talk to them.

Trying to hold his breath against the stench, Tim waited. Whoever it was, they were sticking to the shadows and suddenly moving slowly. Was because of the stench? There is a dead body behind you, the voice in his head reminded him. Or maybe they were here to attack him.

Tim dared not glance back at the dead body behind him, but he suddenly found himself wondering it he should have grabbed the metal pipe..

Happiness

I'll be posting now-ish!! :)

HiHi

Hehe I hope not! So far so good! People here are nice, and care about the integrity of a good rp group. Makes me want to try harder (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Happiness

The first thing Tim was aware of was a dull ache in his wrist. Then it was the smell. A salty, putrid smell. It didn't smell anything like his heavily Windexed room at home, and so Tim shut his eyes tighter, hoping to escape this dream for another one soon. But instead of slipping back into unconsciousness, the dream continued to flesh itself out as Tim became aware of a stiffness in his joints and the distinct feeling of a toilet seat under his ass. The ache in his wrist turned into a dull pounding, then into a throbbing pain, strong enough to make Tim force his eyes open.
Tim looked down at his hands and shoes, at first not recognizing them in this new context. Yes, those were his knobby, boney pale hands in his lap and, yes those were his plain black work shoes, slightly worn, planted in the ground. But there were no accounting papers in his hands, no office rug under his feet. Instead, he was in a toilet stall. A curiously red, smelly toilet stall. How funny to fall asleep here. Maybe not a story to share on a first date with someone, but it was more interesting then his normal routine.
Tim shifted to stand up and some of the red flaked off of the toilet seat. Tim leaned forward, inspecting the paint. It was uneven and spattered about, somewhat like a Pollock painting. Tim scratched at a bit of it on the stall wall, sniffed it. What strange smelling paint, he thought.
Not paint, replied some working part of his brain. The ache at his wrist continued, but suddenly Tim was more concerned about getting home for a shower. That was when he opened the stall door and noticed the body. What an intricate dummy of a corpse stabbed by a pipe, thought Tim and not a dummy, replied the voice in Tim's head.
There was a phone on the corpse, and as Tim slowly stepped out of the bathroom stall, it rang. Twice. What a familiar sound, thought Tim, though he wasn't sure why. On the third ring, a text message appeared, "Welcome back. Make this unhappy man beside you happy."
Welcome back. Welcome back? Forget whatever the message said. He could figure that out later. Tim stood up, the phone still in his hand and pressed his weight against the bathroom exit.

Happiness

Name: Tim
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall and lanky, with knobby wrists and hands. He is pasty as he spends all his time indoors as an accountant at an accounting firm. His eyes and cheeks seem to sink into his skull more with each passing year.
Personality: Tim is boring. He is safe and nice enough to snag the occasional girlfriend, but too boring and unfunny for any lasting relationships. Tim feels lonely, bored, and unfulfilled. After studying hard in high school and college to get a promising future, Tim feels lied to and a bit worthless. Don't misunderstand, the job does pay well, but the hours are long and repetitive and Tim's bosses have noticed a steady decline in his motivation and overall attitude. Perhaps what Tim needs is some change in his life.
Backstory: Raised in a lower-middle class family with a younger and older sibling, the importance of work ethic was heavily stressed during Tim's upbringing. His parents were immigrants and heavy believers in the American Dream. He got above average grades in high school, but attended an average college since they gave him the best scholarship offer.
Talents: Tim is very good at blending in. He is almost unnoticeable, and his lack of any interesting traits mean he can fit into almost any group at least temporarily.
Other: When he was younger, Tim loved reading adventure novels. To this day, the "safe space" in his head is based entirely on his favorite adventure series, Redwall Alley, which featured talking mice and squirrels.