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I've been on this site for a while now and just became active using threads. Check out some of my interest checks and maybe we can work something out :).

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Haven't bumped this in forever. Crazy at work and school, just a FYI );
In Unto Dust 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
It's almost time for your trip, isn't it? :) Travel safely!

I am! A frustrating adventure but I hope it pays off eventually. My issue is that I don't have proper work experience and so it makes it hard to even apply when some places require a number of years or so. Plus it seems the application process is shifting over to online so it feels a bit impersonal and less likely to make an impression.
In Unto Dust 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
It didnt take long for Finn to round up a list of things he was missing. He took advantage of his freedom greedily before his capture. He acted how he pleased, drank and smoked as he pleased, bedded any lovely young thing that found his criminality appeasing in a man. At least he could speak as he pleased, despite the little priest's protests and comments about his vulgar language; about how it wasn't acceptable to speak in such a way under the Lord. Well, Finn would argue, if the Lord didn't like his words then why wasn't his tongue scorched off just for saying them? He pushed Eli's buttons, plucked his nerves like a finely tuned guitar just to hear the tune of his distress.

“I want to go out.” He nodded definitely, making up his mind then and there. He already begun to stand, stretching his long form out with a grunt as if to signal that his decision had been made. Getting clean for Eli was about as compliant to instruction as he'd been in years, even giving up his own weapons and what little money he had on him was a fight in itself. Struggling like a roped stallion, there wasn't a chance in hell he would lay down like a dog and obey to forfeiting himself. Then again, Eli was a small man. It was almost sad to imagine the shaky priest in a fight or anything that required wrangling a man, but despite Eli's disadvantage against anything that wasn't the breeze or a week old pup perhaps, there was the curiosity of how much of a fight he would try had Finn picked one. He was a nervous one, but he'd never had anyone that small dare to give him lip for vulgarity of all things. Finn couldn't help but respect that, at the very least.

“Yer new here somewhat, aren't ya? Do us both good to explore, won't it?” Finn spoke on the edge of sing-song, all riding on a dubious grin before he set off in search of his shirt.
In Unto Dust 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Oh my god that's exciting!! What's the occasion? Family or just to go? (: and that's fine! thanks for the heads up! I hope it's a fun trip!
In Unto Dust 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Good lord, this week was a whirlwind with getting a schedule figured out. Apologies for being so damn spotty and late! I hate being away for so long.

Anyways, I hope you've been doing well this week! Are you on break still as well?

In Unto Dust 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Finn's head tick-tocked in thought. Eli wasn't as good with conviction as he'd hoped, at least not to the redhead. The priest was undoubtedly strange to him, his way of life not only a wonder but their exchanges thus far. Strange, for a man to both give him a mercy no one else would dare and all the while find the nerve to change him. It would take more than a bible lesson or a sugary sermon or a dose or two of kindness his way for Finn to strap himself down alongside the rest of humanity, find a sense of decency and behave himself. Of course, it didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy Eli's helpless pleadings, the glint of fear in his eyes each time he felt the metaphorical leash slipping from his most holy hands. Perhaps it was cruel of him to test Eli's faith in him to contain himself, but regardless of that it was just about the only thing Finn could delight in.

“Huh, please? Well, that's awful polite of 'ya.” The man's jaw rolled back and forth, wagering in his mind just exactly what was in it for him. It had been some time since he'd gotten fresh air, even the lowliest of men needed it from time to time. Stuffed up in a dingy cell wasn't his idea of living, and while Finn didn't define it by living in solidarity alongside a priest it sure as hell was better than rotting away behind bars. Maybe there were perks of going along with Eli's order, if it earned him a reward from time to time Finn pieced together a plan of bribery. A win-win agreement wasn't all that deviant of him, now was it? If they both got what they wanted. “And say I do go 'long with what you want. On occasion. What exactly you got in mind to repay me with to keep me...ah, 'interested' with the Lord? 'f I make you look like Christ himself to all these bastards who wanted me dead, as if you actually know what you're doin', don''t you think that earns me something too? Or are you interested in seein' 'my idea of fun'? It's only fair."
In Unto Dust 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
No worries! Sorry for my stupid delays. I've been getting ready for a few interviews this week as well as adviser meetings. GUH I hate the administration at my school sometimes. I should have something up by tonight!!!
It's been a while -- still got some summer left
(:
In Unto Dust 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Doing pretty good now! Hope you're feeling better too, though mine was just a series of feeling feverish/migranes because of lack of water. Totally my fault haha!
In Unto Dust 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Finn walked with the gait of a lazy feline. He wound around the house, picking and prodding the modest setup with dwindling curiosity. It would have been easy to slip out of the house, to simply unlatch the door and make a mad dash down the dusty road. But where would that lead him? Without a weapon and a sense of direction, no motive and no connections Finn was about as helpless as...well, as someone like Eli. Of course, excluding the sense of wit that came with years of escaping the clutches of the law. It wasn't in him to be especially patient, but patience was going to help him survive if he expected to be back on his feet again rather than hanging from the end of a rope.

"You're allowin' me an option? Hnn..." Finn scoffed, perching his palms around the tabletop and leaning like a faulty post what with how tall and narrow he stood. A feigned look of thought passed through two furrowed brows, head tick-tocking to the side as he thought. "You ain't gonna let me do half'a what I want, will ya? Won't let me drink nothin' either. Nothin' wrong with it too, like you Christ lovers think."

Then, puffing a sigh he twist one of the chairs around and planted himself backwards on it with folded arms atop the backing and even perched his chin atop one of his wrists. It was Eli's game now, the calm before the storm that Finn had already begun to brew up in his mind. "You gonna parade me round muzzled and leashed when you take me out places? Dress me up all proper too? Or am I the homebound sort for now?" Finn should have been bitter. Should have roused up his anger like any other jaded man strapped down and chained to a lawful fate. Somehow, Finn took it in stride, with a much more apathetic nature for it all. "Fool Judge thinks he can break me? Huh, I find fun anywhere I go."
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