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Name: Genevieve (Nickname: Eve [Pronounced: Evie])
Age: (Something we didn't discuss. Mental face slap)
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Boredom is Key to everybody's insanity...So RP with me? :)
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Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Sounds awesome! PM me? :D
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Boredom is Key to everybody's insanity...So RP with me? :)
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12 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Bump? Recently had a few quit on me. As soon as the going got tough to. Its kinda annoying -_- If we hit a snag in the game where things just can't seem to get better don't just quit. Work through it. Please?
ANYWAYS. In need of some more RP partners.
ANYWAYS. In need of some more RP partners.
The man's expression caused Genevieve to wonder why he was staring at her. She had felt his eyes on her ever since she'd bumped into him. Could he be angry that she had done so and wanted to tell her this? She stood and walked over to another table that needed an order. She smiled and then took the order to the kitchen. Her boss informed her that she'd be allowed a break until the lunch rush at noon. Eve thanked her and then turned towards the bar. She took in a deep breath and walked over. "Hello, Sir. Enjoying your drink?" she said politely as she sat down.
Genevieve wove around tables and men as she took orders and gave out drinks. The morning certainly was a busy one. She barely had a moment to catch her breath between each trip to the kitchen. She quickly deposited the orders to the chef and was right back out. She finally got a chance to sit down at the bar for a minute or two. She drank a glass of water slowly as people bustled around eating their food and some drinking their liquor. A cluster of people poured into the Inn again eager for a hot breakfast. She got up and quickly arrived at their table to get their orders.
On the way back to the kitchen she bumped into a man. "Oh, I'm sorry sir." She offered him a surprised smile as she apologized. He stuck out a little from the other men. He did not seem as unkempt, "I simply do not know where I walk sometimes." She turned and walked back into the kitchen and gave the kind Chef the latest order. The man mumbled something about being overworked as she walked out of the kitchen. Luckily a few tables had emptied themselves and she walked over to clean them off. She silently hoped for a break between the breakfast and lunch rushes.
She sat down at the bar again and said a friendly hello to the bartender as she sipped on some more water. She sort of wished for a glass of wine. Then wondered if she'd enjoy one later that night just for something to keep her mind off of things. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the man she had bumped into. He appeared to be staring at her for some reason. She suddenly felt self conscious. She ran a hand through her hair and then took another sip of her water. She turned and stared at the door of the Inn. A few more people filed into the room. She made a mental note to ask the boss for another waitress besides her on duty.
On the way back to the kitchen she bumped into a man. "Oh, I'm sorry sir." She offered him a surprised smile as she apologized. He stuck out a little from the other men. He did not seem as unkempt, "I simply do not know where I walk sometimes." She turned and walked back into the kitchen and gave the kind Chef the latest order. The man mumbled something about being overworked as she walked out of the kitchen. Luckily a few tables had emptied themselves and she walked over to clean them off. She silently hoped for a break between the breakfast and lunch rushes.
She sat down at the bar again and said a friendly hello to the bartender as she sipped on some more water. She sort of wished for a glass of wine. Then wondered if she'd enjoy one later that night just for something to keep her mind off of things. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the man she had bumped into. He appeared to be staring at her for some reason. She suddenly felt self conscious. She ran a hand through her hair and then took another sip of her water. She turned and stared at the door of the Inn. A few more people filed into the room. She made a mental note to ask the boss for another waitress besides her on duty.
Nearly three hours later Genevieve was finally told that she could go. As she walked outside she grinned pleasantly. The lateness had caused the sun to threaten to disappear under the horizon. Eve sighed as she began to walk towards the woods located behind the inn. She'd have to make due with the limited light she had. Luckily she had a candle in her bag so she could sit there for longer hopefully. 20 minutes later she found herself at a beautiful stream with a small waterfall to her right. She sat down and stuck her legs in. The cool water felt amazing against her legs.
She stood and took her dress off with the silent hope that, like always, no one would stumble upon her. She then jumped in. Its depth only came up to her chest and the current was not as strong as most rivers. It was a calming pull and not one that sent someone flying through the stream. She plugged her nose and let herself sink to the bottom. Once she resurfaced all of the dirt that had plagued her face was washed off. She breathed a sigh of relief at the feeling of finally being clean. This swim was the only time in which she got a chance to bathe. Even then, she was lucky enough to get a day off each week where she wasn't working all hours. Sometimes she had gone months before she could steal away and find solace in her stream.
Once clean she climbed out of the water and allowed herself to dry off before putting her dress back on. Her hair curled in soft tendrils as it dried and she took a brush from her bag and ran it through the knots. Finally they were compliant and the knots disappeared. She breathed a sigh of relief for nearly the third time in that night. It was rare for moments by herself like this and it made them all the more enjoyable. She lit a candle and stayed there for hours until she was completely dry. By the time she arrived back at the Inn it was already 11 o'clock and most of the guests were partying.
She made her way upstairs and collapsed on her bed. She fell into a deep sleep and did not wake until the sunlight kissed her eyelids. She sat up and glanced over at her small mirror. Finally she could look presentable and not smell so unpleasant. She stood and put a different dress on than the one before. It was one she saved only for when she had just bathed in the stream. She strode downstairs and took everyone's orders. To her the day was looking up and she realized she might actually be in a good mood for once.
She stood and took her dress off with the silent hope that, like always, no one would stumble upon her. She then jumped in. Its depth only came up to her chest and the current was not as strong as most rivers. It was a calming pull and not one that sent someone flying through the stream. She plugged her nose and let herself sink to the bottom. Once she resurfaced all of the dirt that had plagued her face was washed off. She breathed a sigh of relief at the feeling of finally being clean. This swim was the only time in which she got a chance to bathe. Even then, she was lucky enough to get a day off each week where she wasn't working all hours. Sometimes she had gone months before she could steal away and find solace in her stream.
Once clean she climbed out of the water and allowed herself to dry off before putting her dress back on. Her hair curled in soft tendrils as it dried and she took a brush from her bag and ran it through the knots. Finally they were compliant and the knots disappeared. She breathed a sigh of relief for nearly the third time in that night. It was rare for moments by herself like this and it made them all the more enjoyable. She lit a candle and stayed there for hours until she was completely dry. By the time she arrived back at the Inn it was already 11 o'clock and most of the guests were partying.
She made her way upstairs and collapsed on her bed. She fell into a deep sleep and did not wake until the sunlight kissed her eyelids. She sat up and glanced over at her small mirror. Finally she could look presentable and not smell so unpleasant. She stood and put a different dress on than the one before. It was one she saved only for when she had just bathed in the stream. She strode downstairs and took everyone's orders. To her the day was looking up and she realized she might actually be in a good mood for once.
The morning is a beautiful one I observe out my window. Hopefully I'll be able to enjoy it outdoors instead of cooped up inside waiting on rude drunks. I sit up in my bed finally after procrastinating for a good 20 minutes. With a sigh I'm out of bed and slipping one of my only outfits. I glance at the mirror and frown at my reflection. My face is nothing if not dirty in the morning light. I know I likely stink slightly of human bodily odor. My hair is a tangled mess and I frown. I grab my brush and run it through my hair quickly. It succeeds in taming the black locks slightly. Then I wrap it up in a high pony tail. Thankfully tonight is an off night for me. I can make a quick run to the forest and swim in the stream. Maybe then I'll smell a little more pleasant than I do at the present moment.
I head downstairs and tell my boss that I am present and ready for duty. I then get to work serving the guests breakfast. I put on a fake smile towards these people, even though a quarter of them flirted with me the night before in a drunken stupor. They probably only hold affection for me because I bring them their booze. I smile invitingly at many of the guests that are regulars and quickly put their orders in. I ask a few of the guests if they would like to order, but they decline. "Let me know when you are ready to order." I say with my fake smile still plastered on my face. Hopefully they don't notice it because I have been practicing for years. When someone practices something enough its easy to make it look real or effortless. I turn around and take the order of another table before walking back into the kitchen.
"Eve!" Exclaims the cook with a smile on his face, "Long time no see."
She dawns a genuine smile, "Hey George. Sorry, I've been busy out front. How are the kids?"
"They are doing just fine." He beams, "What do I have to make?" I give him the order ticket and walk back out into the dining room. The room is beginning to thin out luckily. Lunch is almost over for most of the citizens from town. They begrudgingly make their way to their shops and work places. Although bad news for them it is good news for me. I will soon be able to take the rest of the day off.
I head downstairs and tell my boss that I am present and ready for duty. I then get to work serving the guests breakfast. I put on a fake smile towards these people, even though a quarter of them flirted with me the night before in a drunken stupor. They probably only hold affection for me because I bring them their booze. I smile invitingly at many of the guests that are regulars and quickly put their orders in. I ask a few of the guests if they would like to order, but they decline. "Let me know when you are ready to order." I say with my fake smile still plastered on my face. Hopefully they don't notice it because I have been practicing for years. When someone practices something enough its easy to make it look real or effortless. I turn around and take the order of another table before walking back into the kitchen.
"Eve!" Exclaims the cook with a smile on his face, "Long time no see."
She dawns a genuine smile, "Hey George. Sorry, I've been busy out front. How are the kids?"
"They are doing just fine." He beams, "What do I have to make?" I give him the order ticket and walk back out into the dining room. The room is beginning to thin out luckily. Lunch is almost over for most of the citizens from town. They begrudgingly make their way to their shops and work places. Although bad news for them it is good news for me. I will soon be able to take the rest of the day off.
UHHH. OOC post. hahaah. WELL here is a picture of my character since my description skills SUCK ASS. Figured it coudl be a reminder in case you ever have a brainfart (Which I frequently do. Maybe post yours as well?)
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Genevieve:
The kiss shocked Genevieve. What shocked her more was that she didn't pull away. Suddenly she found her arms around his neck so she could pull him closer. His lips felt amazing on hers and she found she never wanted any of this to end. If it felt this good why had she always denied herself it? In those moments she didn't care that she could possibly one day hurt him.
Andy:
He sighed, "Later on you'll understand that when the need to feed comes over you it is hard to control it. It takes years and years of practice. When I bit you I had basically lost all of that control. Sometimes that happens."
The kiss shocked Genevieve. What shocked her more was that she didn't pull away. Suddenly she found her arms around his neck so she could pull him closer. His lips felt amazing on hers and she found she never wanted any of this to end. If it felt this good why had she always denied herself it? In those moments she didn't care that she could possibly one day hurt him.
Andy:
He sighed, "Later on you'll understand that when the need to feed comes over you it is hard to control it. It takes years and years of practice. When I bit you I had basically lost all of that control. Sometimes that happens."
Genevieve
I sighed. Things were getting awkward between them now. Just awesomely perfect. I glanced at him, "Yeah. Coke please." I muttered as I shoved some more popcorn into my mouth. Why must things be complicated? The first friend I've had in years and not only do I fall in love with him but he does as well. Fate must love cosmic jokes. Send someone along my life's path that sometimes acts like Eric and has the same look to his eyes. I remember our first meeting: I had seen him across the quad. He was doing something Eric often did, staring off into the distance at something beautiful and thinking. It had drawn me to him and then we were fast friends. I realized sometimes he'd get this look in his eyes and all of a sudden I'd think of my now deceased husband.
I was jolted out of my thoughts as Jack returned and handed her a cold soda. Of course our fingers touched as he did so and this time I didn't move. Although I wanted to his gaze had caught a hold of mine and even if I wanted to look away I simply couldn't. Snap Out Of IT! Something inside of me yelled, but somehow that didn't faze me. I just continued to stare.
Andy:
I chuckled, "About that. It took me about 10 years to be able to digest human food. It took Eve like...20. It differs from vampire to vampire...its basically your body telling you that that is no longer your source of life. Blood is. Sorry." I said honestly. I had fucked up bad and I knew that....it was just hard to admit considering all I've ever done is fuck up other people's lives. I fucked up my sister's when I screamed bloody murder over 100 years ago, I've fucked up other's lives by killing their family and friends, and I've now fucked up the love of my life by turning her into a vampire. Simple perfection.
I sighed. Things were getting awkward between them now. Just awesomely perfect. I glanced at him, "Yeah. Coke please." I muttered as I shoved some more popcorn into my mouth. Why must things be complicated? The first friend I've had in years and not only do I fall in love with him but he does as well. Fate must love cosmic jokes. Send someone along my life's path that sometimes acts like Eric and has the same look to his eyes. I remember our first meeting: I had seen him across the quad. He was doing something Eric often did, staring off into the distance at something beautiful and thinking. It had drawn me to him and then we were fast friends. I realized sometimes he'd get this look in his eyes and all of a sudden I'd think of my now deceased husband.
I was jolted out of my thoughts as Jack returned and handed her a cold soda. Of course our fingers touched as he did so and this time I didn't move. Although I wanted to his gaze had caught a hold of mine and even if I wanted to look away I simply couldn't. Snap Out Of IT! Something inside of me yelled, but somehow that didn't faze me. I just continued to stare.
Andy:
I chuckled, "About that. It took me about 10 years to be able to digest human food. It took Eve like...20. It differs from vampire to vampire...its basically your body telling you that that is no longer your source of life. Blood is. Sorry." I said honestly. I had fucked up bad and I knew that....it was just hard to admit considering all I've ever done is fuck up other people's lives. I fucked up my sister's when I screamed bloody murder over 100 years ago, I've fucked up other's lives by killing their family and friends, and I've now fucked up the love of my life by turning her into a vampire. Simple perfection.
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