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2 yrs ago
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2 yrs ago
Finding good lines from your older RPs and seeing your current writing ability shining through in its early stages is such a good feeling.
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5 yrs ago
I love when I feel motivated to write so much 😍🥰
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6 yrs ago
All my recent RP's are in PM's so if any of my old writing pals are checking out my page make sure to hit me up 'cause I'm still here!
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7 yrs ago
IM BAAAAAAACK!!!!!!
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Hey guys! I'm Aces Away, you can call me Ace or Aces!

I was a member of Roleplayerguild before that crash or whatever where all our stuff was erased. I've been RPing since I was like...I think about 13 or so. I'm 27 currently.

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Ugh, just spent a few hours writing a book with my friend. I'm all out of fuel for today. I've got no school tomorrow though so I can post then
Ok.
where are the other two members??
I'll try and get one up today after school or something
Yeah, I was surprised but I realized the only tension in the original was Anrah being angry and glarey at the elders. I worked off it as I could.
"Thank you, Ms. De Winter." Anrah said, accepting the goblet from the tray. She was slower with this one, merely needing it for sating and not for surviving. She couldn't help but narrow her eyes, glaring slightly at the suspicious look shot at her and the older male vampire. She would be suspicious of new people too, but given the fact that he gave no such look towards the Elder woman in the room, Anrah had a feeling that the stare had more bias behind it. Racial bias. If there was anything she hated, it was racial bias. 'Well...I guess that's good to know. Though I suppose I'd have had to deal with it in my life.' she thought, looking at her brown skin- obviously paler than when she was alive, going by the almost ash-gray undertone that was slowly disappearing with each sip she took, giving her skin a bit more normal color. "So...what is it that you call her, then?" Anrah asked, glancing up to the Korean man who had initially brought her to the new cell. "Man...man-ihm?" She could tell as she said it that she was butchering the word, but the man simply laughed, looking over at Ms. De Winter as though there was some sort of big secret behind it. Anrah raised an eyebrow and took another sip as the man leaned once more against the cell bars.
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"Mah-Neem." Taeyang corrected, ticking his index finger for each part of the word. "It's 'Milady' in Korean. Did it when I first showed up here, and now it's just a principle of respect for her." He winked at Evelyn. He hadn't ever told her what it meant, and had no idea if she had looked it up at some point. Either way, someone learned something new. Taeyang enjoyed sharing his language with other's as well. Speaking so many, he would be ecstatic if one of the fledglings knew any of them, as he would immediately begin a conversation in whatever language they know. English was getting so boring. "But that's mine, kiddo, you can't use it." He grinned. "So, Anrah. William. De Winter manim," He pointed to each respectively. "And last but not least, I'm Taeyang. You can call me Taeyang, Yang, or Big Brother." There was a cheeky grin at the last one, showing he wasn't serious but he also wouldn't really mind if they did. He purposely didn't look at William too long. He knew that the way he was looking at Anrah and him wasn't simply innocent suspicion. "You two are the only ones who have woken up so far, so go ahead and take some more blood if you need. I can run back up to the dining room at any time for any other new one that wakes up." He nodded to Evelyn, promising to do so so she wouldn't have to go all the way back up for more instead.
"De Winter manim, I'm going to have to borrow one of those." Taeyang announced as he glided lightly into the cell, swiping a goblet gracefully off the tray. "I hear another early riser." he added, giving the fledgling boy in the cell a wink before leaving again, turning right and going two cells over, where the other waking fledgling was groaning herself to life- or rather, not. He leaned against the bars and swung the goblet lightly with a grin. "Hey there, little sister, I'm guessing those are groans of hunger."
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"Ugh..." She woke with a groan and pushed her body up from the floor. Looking around to let her eyes adjust, she noticed the slim figure leaning up against the bars. 'Wait, bars? Am I in jail? What did I do?' she ranted in her mind, not moving an inch. 'I should cal...I should...I should call...who?' her mind stuttered to a halt. "Who- where-" "You, castle." The one in the room replied in a smirking tone. "We don't know your name so you'll have to figure that out yourself." He kneeled down next to her. Her body felt paralysed by the knot in her stomach, and she stared as his face came into focus. He was older than her, but he still looked young. Her body tensed in warning when he touched her shoulder and pulled her into the sitting position. "Calm down, kiddo, I won't hurt you. Drink this, you've been without for a few days at least." Her lips remained firmly sealed up until she caught the smell of the drink. Without a second thought her lips were parted and the liquid was going down her throat, making her feel stronger ny the second, When her limbs finally unlocked, she snatched the cup out of the surprised man's hand, tilting her head back as far as it would go and savoring every last drop. "More" she demanded with a growl when there was nothing left. She reached out to the man, glaring at his empty hands. "Whoa, woah, it's ok. C'mere, De Winter manim has some more a few rooms over." He held his hand out to her and helped her up. With a slight bow, he led her out of the room and down the hall, where a woman in a white dress was watching a guy just a bit older than Anrah herse- "...Anrah?" She whispered as the two of them entered the cell. The Korean man looked at her over his shoulder and gave her a smile. "I'm guessing that's your name. De winter manim, this is Anrah." He introduced after bowing to the woman in white. "She needs another goblet for her thirst."
I'm here, gonna go read the post now
Sorry, my friend is still working on theirs, I forgot to check in
"Matt, huh?" Daemon grinned. "Thanks for the water. Maybe a bottle of vodka per person wasn't a good ide-" Daemon was cut off as his comm. link blared to life and he was forced to go retrieve it, lest he suffer from the incessant ringing. "What?" He practically shouted when he looked at the information that the comm. sent to his phone screen. His father had another shipment of guns coming in in an hour. "How did he get another order in so fast?" He snapped at the screen as though he'd get an answer. He quickly left his spot in the living room to go get his suit. Once he was dressed, mask secured around his mouth and nose, he turned to Matt. "You wanna stay here and work off the vodka, or do you wanna come blow up some trucka full of guns?"
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