No worries I totally understand, I myself am drowning in work. I currently have two computers on as I try and finish a 2500-3000 word essay on the depictions of Christ in Art. Yay. . . no >< Like I could go on a rant about it all but making it perfect and all smart is the frustrating part. That and sourcing. Hate freakin' sourcing.
I haven't read it yet, but when I do I'll let you know ^^
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You have a soul! Good enough for me :)
Not as of yet. I believe it's on the to do list.
21 along with my boyfriend whom I met on the guild when we were 15, we currently live together. I joined in Nov 2007.
When she told Carla that where she lived no one could be a good person it just pissed Carla off, she had lived in areas like this all her life but when she was living on the farm when her Uncle was still alive. Even when her mother was alive, they lived in the bad part of town, but that didn’t make her mother a bad person, their father just fucked them over. She stared angrily out in front of them as if the little piece of wall she looked at would make all the world’s pain go away. When Kimberly carried on, Carla finally glanced over, her gaze soft, the hurt still lingering within, but she was showing how she was confused and still didn’t remember the girl sitting beside her. When Kimberly knew where she worked through Carla’s eyes widened a little before she looked away, she played with a bit of the fabric of her dress as she stared back at the wall. “I’m sorry. . . I really don’t remember. But. . . even if I don’t. . . I’m glad someone as depressed and hateful and just. . . just stupid was able to help. . .” She was quiet as she started to tear back up again, she glanced at Kimberly again. “Thank you for saving me.” She finally said before she leaned over and wrapped her arms awkwardly around the girl beside her and started to cry. “Sorry for being such a bitch, I don’t deserve your kindness.” She whispered.
“Please Carla, I really, really, really need a smoke. I promise all you have to do is take the table with the couple that just walked in. I’ll even give you one of the tips from my other tables.” One of the waitress begged who was no longer working at the Diner today. Carla frowned deeply as she was in the back washing dishes before sighing.
“You know the last time I severed a table I dropped a coffee pot and burned a ground of guys and myself.” She reminded the woman.
“But it’s only a woman and I guy! I’m sure they’ll be so much nice, what if you give you a twenty from my tips today?” The woman asked again making Carla sigh.
“Fine, but just this table, and if the guy is an asshat I’m telling James and you’ll have to finish the table and still give me the money.” She said as she reached over to start drying her hands.
“Thank you!” the woman beamed going into hug Carla but she moved back and the women remember Carla didn’t like being touched. The woman awkwardly laughed and let her arms drop before moving to the back to go for her smoke. Throwing the towel over to the side Carla pulled off her dirty apron from doing dishes and grabbed another one. The uniform was rather basic, black pants with a black top, a white apron.
Carla pulled the awkward super small ponytail from her hair and let it fall to the top of her shoulders. She looked at the mirror and running her fingers through it a few times before grabbing a note pad and walking out. She could see James eyeing her carefully on her way back, she twisted back and looked at him. “Don’t worry I’ll be careful. Carrie needed a smoke.” She said before letting the swing down fall shut behind her almost hitting her on the way out, James was there shaking his head. Carla was the only one who didn’t smoke there and so people liked to abuse her non-smoke breaks so they could take their own.
Carla looked around for the couple and frowned before walking over to the host spot to over look the tables, a table of two where there was only a woman. Carla shrugged it off and thought the man had gone to the bathroom. Carla came up to the table and noticed, the woman looked exhausted, bags under her eyes, but what others would have brushed off was the deep depression lingering in the woman. It was haunting like Carla’s that she kept hidden behind a mask of indifference and fear.
“Ah, umm. I’m Carla and I’ll be your sever for today. Is there something I can start you off with?” She asked not wanting to ask if the woman was alright just yet.
Maybe I should just stop distracting you :P I look forward to your post either way.
Well it really depends if it was your idea or not. If it's not it is always safer to ask the original creator if you can borrow aspects of it. I was on two different sites, one slightly based off the other, and the owner of the first site, found out about the second site and flipped out, in the end the second site was shut down despite the first site having lost activity over a year ago. But that's just my personal opinion.
Yes, yes it does
So my last exam is on Thursday, and after that I'm totally freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. So I should get a post up no later then Thursday. Unless video games take over my brain. Just currently started playing Assassin Creed, I'm not very good at it, so it takes me forever to do one task.
When his change was finally finished, he could feel the small ache from his wing which had folded into his back. A reminder to him that he could no longer fly and needed to fix it. How, he didn’t know, nor did he really care at this very moment. All that mattered was making things right with Clarissa. Kyle placed his hands back down on to the gravel of the roof top and started to push himself gravity fighting him, his body felt heavy. At first he just blushed as he couldn’t get up, his body was adjusting to the weight of not only a human form but a gravity heavy world. Taking in a deep breath he could feel the pollution of the air all around him pressing down on his chest.
He finally was able to push himself up onto his knee before leaning forward to hold his hand out for Clarissa. Her hand was at her chest, confusion looming from her core. So he smiled at her, it touched his hazel eyes as he held his hand out a little closer to her. “It’s okay.” He said softly his voice rather musical sounding. When she still didn’t reach her hand out for his a bit of hurt came into his eyes but he didn’t let his smile fade. “I know I’m kinda awkward but, I shouldn’t drop you.” He carried on laughing softly, it was a weak laugh but it was him trying to get her to accept that he wasn’t a bad person.
She spoke, which made his heart race with happiness. He was slowly getting her acceptance after how bad of an angel he had been to her, how he had just made her cheat death when she shouldn’t have and lastly, she was taking in the idea of what he really was. “Oh right. I guess I didn’t say it.” He said before letting his hand drop to the ground to finally push himself up to standing. He could still feel the weight but he was starting to adjust. He place his one hand closed over his chest facing in towards, the other placing flatly at his side before he gave a sharp bow, he was impressed he didn’t fall over. “I am Kyle Fates, heir to the Fates family.” He said before standing up and smiling with just one side of his face.
When she started to move again, he slipped his hand out for her, even if she didn’t take it, it would still be there for her. No matter what she needed, she would now get it. Or at least he’d try as hard as he could to get it done. Realizing he was staring at her a little to much and a little weirdly he blushed and glanced away seeing her hand finally moving it’s way slowly towards his. When she spoke he looked back and smiled. “You don’t need to lie to me. I’m sure this could have gone very differently.” He paused as if he was thinking about what he had just said before parting his lips to speak again. “I mean us meeting and all, I’m pretty sure the stunt I just pulled would have happened that way no matter what I did.” He finished as her hand grasped around his and he held her’s. He noticed her skin was colder than his as he pulled her up to her feet. It he got her to her feet before letting go and almost stumbling backwards. Once he steadied himself again he reached his hand to starch the back of his head. “Sorry, gravity isn’t seeming to be my friend just yet.” He finished before glancing off to the side were she had almost jumped off to her death. He ummed softly to himself before peeking back to her, pieces of his wild blonde hair falling into his eyes a little.
“Ah, so, umm. Don’t freak out, but I really hadn’t planned anything after you know making sure you lived. I’m playing it by ear.” He said before remembering the tumble the two had taken, he let his eyes scan over her for a moment, to him it seem perfectly normal to anyone else it could appear he was checking her out. Once he was done she sighed. “We should get you patched up. I’m really sorry about hurting you.” His voice had gotten softer guilt filling him to the core.
He finally was able to push himself up onto his knee before leaning forward to hold his hand out for Clarissa. Her hand was at her chest, confusion looming from her core. So he smiled at her, it touched his hazel eyes as he held his hand out a little closer to her. “It’s okay.” He said softly his voice rather musical sounding. When she still didn’t reach her hand out for his a bit of hurt came into his eyes but he didn’t let his smile fade. “I know I’m kinda awkward but, I shouldn’t drop you.” He carried on laughing softly, it was a weak laugh but it was him trying to get her to accept that he wasn’t a bad person.
She spoke, which made his heart race with happiness. He was slowly getting her acceptance after how bad of an angel he had been to her, how he had just made her cheat death when she shouldn’t have and lastly, she was taking in the idea of what he really was. “Oh right. I guess I didn’t say it.” He said before letting his hand drop to the ground to finally push himself up to standing. He could still feel the weight but he was starting to adjust. He place his one hand closed over his chest facing in towards, the other placing flatly at his side before he gave a sharp bow, he was impressed he didn’t fall over. “I am Kyle Fates, heir to the Fates family.” He said before standing up and smiling with just one side of his face.
When she started to move again, he slipped his hand out for her, even if she didn’t take it, it would still be there for her. No matter what she needed, she would now get it. Or at least he’d try as hard as he could to get it done. Realizing he was staring at her a little to much and a little weirdly he blushed and glanced away seeing her hand finally moving it’s way slowly towards his. When she spoke he looked back and smiled. “You don’t need to lie to me. I’m sure this could have gone very differently.” He paused as if he was thinking about what he had just said before parting his lips to speak again. “I mean us meeting and all, I’m pretty sure the stunt I just pulled would have happened that way no matter what I did.” He finished as her hand grasped around his and he held her’s. He noticed her skin was colder than his as he pulled her up to her feet. It he got her to her feet before letting go and almost stumbling backwards. Once he steadied himself again he reached his hand to starch the back of his head. “Sorry, gravity isn’t seeming to be my friend just yet.” He finished before glancing off to the side were she had almost jumped off to her death. He ummed softly to himself before peeking back to her, pieces of his wild blonde hair falling into his eyes a little.
“Ah, so, umm. Don’t freak out, but I really hadn’t planned anything after you know making sure you lived. I’m playing it by ear.” He said before remembering the tumble the two had taken, he let his eyes scan over her for a moment, to him it seem perfectly normal to anyone else it could appear he was checking her out. Once he was done she sighed. “We should get you patched up. I’m really sorry about hurting you.” His voice had gotten softer guilt filling him to the core.
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