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She looked like an 8 year old. D:
And I've added more "Helpful Hints" about her in case one feels like pursuing her. -wink wink-
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- Emuxe 12 yrs ago
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go sportsball
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We all read that, right? I'm not tripping absolute balls?
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Are your eyes the city of Vivec? Because I am lost as fuck in them.
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Rerorerorerorerorero
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It was me. I was that toddler.
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Bio
Global Location: United States
Timezone: GMT-5
Roleplay Style: I write mid-casual, though sometimes I tend to lurk in Free roleplays when I'm feeling lazy. I only roleplay females, and I refuse to play canon characters. I enjoy both fandom and original stories, and I am A-OK to play mature settings and themes. However, I prefer to use fade-to-black when it comes to sexual situations, as driven out sex scenes are just long and awkward to write.
Roleplay Status:
✖ I am not currently hosting any group roleplays.
✓ I am currently a player in two group roleplays.
✓ I am always willing for 1x1 roleplays! So feel free to pop me a message to organise a RP (after, of course, reading my 1x1 Masterpost)!
Current Roleplays:
✣ Judged For Mercy - Dr. Francine M Curtis (player)
✣ Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess - Arume "Aru" Roakoa (player)
Timezone: GMT-5
Roleplay Style: I write mid-casual, though sometimes I tend to lurk in Free roleplays when I'm feeling lazy. I only roleplay females, and I refuse to play canon characters. I enjoy both fandom and original stories, and I am A-OK to play mature settings and themes. However, I prefer to use fade-to-black when it comes to sexual situations, as driven out sex scenes are just long and awkward to write.
Roleplay Status:
✖ I am not currently hosting any group roleplays.
✓ I am currently a player in two group roleplays.
✓ I am always willing for 1x1 roleplays! So feel free to pop me a message to organise a RP (after, of course, reading my 1x1 Masterpost)!
Current Roleplays:
✣ Judged For Mercy - Dr. Francine M Curtis (player)
✣ Age of Darkness: Despair of the Golden Goddess - Arume "Aru" Roakoa (player)
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And thus starts the
DAWN OF A NEW DAY
-- 48 HOURS REMAIN --
-- 48 HOURS REMAIN --
Tuesday, Spring 2nd
Forget-Me-Not Valley
He sure has an odd way of speaking, Clara mentally noted in silent reply to his long winded response. Externally, however, she just remained silent, her expression mimicking a confused puppy, complete with the slightest tilt of the head. She assumed that what he said wasn't a bad thing, for his crooked smile had assured her so. If she were an animal, Clara's ears would be flat against her head as she felt her anxiety begin to dry from it's alcohol-soaked state. She returned with a small, almost nervous smile as her head straightened back, though she seemed to shrink ever so slightly as she looked back up at the slightly taller stranger.
Clara hadn't noticed it before, but being so close to the stranger, she noticed that the stranger's eyes weren't the colour of anyone she has met or even seen before - from a distance, she assumed that his eyes were a deep blue, but up close she realized that they were instead violet. Never had she been so intrigued over a part of someone, but she couldn't help but wonder what had resulted in the man's eye being such a beautiful colour. Was he born that way? Did something happen to make it happen? Did he mind being so different?
Clara was torn out from her mental questioning by a sudden question from the stranger in question: Peaches or Pears? Clara was dumbfounded for it was such an odd question to ask out of the blue, but of course she was inclined to answer. She didn't have to think about the answer, for due to her allergy to peaches, she answered in a heartbeat, "Pears." She gave a slight nod with her answer, almost as if she were proud of her it. Well, she did like pears, but it wasn't up there with her favourite fruit - melons and strawberries were her favourite.
Clara wanted to ask him on what his decision between the two were, but she was cut off by her boss, Griffin who seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Miss Clara, I hate to interrupt, but I believe your shift is over. It's late; You should probably go home and rest." And with that and a scruff of her hair later, Griffin was gone again. Clara pouted as she straightened and pat her hair down with her hands, grumbling, "I hate when he does that..." But she supposed he was right, working so late into the night, even though tonight's shift was a bludge and celebratory, did take it's toll on her at times. She wanted to stay and talk to the stranger more, but when Griffin says something, it'd be in your best interest to listen.
After a silent huff, she looked back up to the purple-eyed stranger with a smile. "Well, I hope to see you again," she said before turning on her heel and heading for the exit. She was speaking true, for the stranger did indeed intrigue her, but she couldn't help but wonder when, if she was even going to, see him again.
Forget-Me-Not Valley
He sure has an odd way of speaking, Clara mentally noted in silent reply to his long winded response. Externally, however, she just remained silent, her expression mimicking a confused puppy, complete with the slightest tilt of the head. She assumed that what he said wasn't a bad thing, for his crooked smile had assured her so. If she were an animal, Clara's ears would be flat against her head as she felt her anxiety begin to dry from it's alcohol-soaked state. She returned with a small, almost nervous smile as her head straightened back, though she seemed to shrink ever so slightly as she looked back up at the slightly taller stranger.
Clara hadn't noticed it before, but being so close to the stranger, she noticed that the stranger's eyes weren't the colour of anyone she has met or even seen before - from a distance, she assumed that his eyes were a deep blue, but up close she realized that they were instead violet. Never had she been so intrigued over a part of someone, but she couldn't help but wonder what had resulted in the man's eye being such a beautiful colour. Was he born that way? Did something happen to make it happen? Did he mind being so different?
Clara was torn out from her mental questioning by a sudden question from the stranger in question: Peaches or Pears? Clara was dumbfounded for it was such an odd question to ask out of the blue, but of course she was inclined to answer. She didn't have to think about the answer, for due to her allergy to peaches, she answered in a heartbeat, "Pears." She gave a slight nod with her answer, almost as if she were proud of her it. Well, she did like pears, but it wasn't up there with her favourite fruit - melons and strawberries were her favourite.
Clara wanted to ask him on what his decision between the two were, but she was cut off by her boss, Griffin who seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Miss Clara, I hate to interrupt, but I believe your shift is over. It's late; You should probably go home and rest." And with that and a scruff of her hair later, Griffin was gone again. Clara pouted as she straightened and pat her hair down with her hands, grumbling, "I hate when he does that..." But she supposed he was right, working so late into the night, even though tonight's shift was a bludge and celebratory, did take it's toll on her at times. She wanted to stay and talk to the stranger more, but when Griffin says something, it'd be in your best interest to listen.
After a silent huff, she looked back up to the purple-eyed stranger with a smile. "Well, I hope to see you again," she said before turning on her heel and heading for the exit. She was speaking true, for the stranger did indeed intrigue her, but she couldn't help but wonder when, if she was even going to, see him again.
I changed Clara's appearance image. If I had to stare at that avatar anymore, I was going to go insane.
You and that witch, Pudding.
Pssst, don't finish Spring 2nd until Ark posts again. Otherwise the end of my post will have no meaning and my efforts will have been wasted. :P
Tuesday, Spring 2nd
Forget-Me-Not Valley
Through all the calls and cheers bubbling within the crowd, a certain new voice had caught her ear. Perhaps it was because it was calling for her, and it's frightfully heard to ignore your name being called, but the call striked her - especially since the voice was unrecognisable to her. Without stopping her movements, Clara turned her head toward the direction of the voice, not recognizing the face as a local. She supposed it was another traveller that had simply stopped for a drink or one who had overheard the ruckus inside the bar. His call seemed to fit in with the wordless song, so she had decided to incorporate her reply as to seem as if their conversation was a verse in itself. A small pout came upon Clara's lips as she thought of a reply before she suddenly called back with somewhat of a laugh, "now that the ground has stopped freezing, the crops we can start receiving. And to that I say it's Winter that we will not be missing!" She raised her mug as her last line seemed to be more of a cheer than a call, and as her mug was thrusted into the air, other mugs joined it's skyward journey, clanking together with others as their owners cheered in agreeance to her call.
The mugs were lowered, and their contents flooded into the mouths of patrons and Clara herself before she finally got a second look at the stranger who called out to her. He definitely wasn't a local, judging by his attire and cultural look about him. Clara offered him a smile - not one of those closed-lipped smiles you'd give a stranger in passing - but she gave him a full, wide, teeth-showing smile that matched the rest of her outwardly cheer that engulfed the rest of her. The moment didn't last very long, as by then she had returned to her celebrations with the local farmers, who by this point were also dancing. Clara hopped down from the table she had currently found herself using as a stage, disappearing into the crowd and joining in with the other patrons. She danced with a few, much like others were doing together - spinning and bouncing around with their partners in turn - and each time her hand slipped out of one patrons', it found itself in another's.
Though, she had found herself wondering what the stranger had been doing by himself, seemingly not joining in with the others. She even wondered if he were still around, but through the bustle of the bar's celebrations, she couldn't spy him in even the corner of her eye. Those thoughts, however, were blurred out by Clara's focus on trying to not fall down or trip over her own feet or another's, as their dancing had become less and less co-ordinated. Though no-one seemed to mind being bumped into another, instead of a call or a yell, there was laughter shared between the two parties as they both disappeared back into the crowd with their current dance partner without a single beat being missed.
Clara no longer had to wonder if the traveller was still in the building; for during her partner change-over, she had gotten bumped by another passing woman searching for a new partner. This had caused her to be flung out of the crowd, flailing in search of something to save herself from hitting the wooden floor beneath her. Though she didn't hit the ground or find something to latch on to before doing such, her back had hit something that was far too soft to be a wall or furniture with an "oof!" escaping her lips. She quickly straightened herself up, dusting off her skirt as she slowly turned toward the person she had been launched in to. "I'm terribly sorry about th- Oh!" Clara's apology was cut short as she finally spied who she had gotten knocked in to, who was none other than the stranger with the odd way of speaking. She looked a bit shocked to see him, as she jumped a little as if he had just snuck up on her in an attempt to scaring her. After shaking herself out of her behaviour and a hint of nervous chuckling, she finally spoke again in an attempt to apologise for knocking him, "Yeah sorry about knocking you there; The dance is just a bit... Yeah..."
Forget-Me-Not Valley
Through all the calls and cheers bubbling within the crowd, a certain new voice had caught her ear. Perhaps it was because it was calling for her, and it's frightfully heard to ignore your name being called, but the call striked her - especially since the voice was unrecognisable to her. Without stopping her movements, Clara turned her head toward the direction of the voice, not recognizing the face as a local. She supposed it was another traveller that had simply stopped for a drink or one who had overheard the ruckus inside the bar. His call seemed to fit in with the wordless song, so she had decided to incorporate her reply as to seem as if their conversation was a verse in itself. A small pout came upon Clara's lips as she thought of a reply before she suddenly called back with somewhat of a laugh, "now that the ground has stopped freezing, the crops we can start receiving. And to that I say it's Winter that we will not be missing!" She raised her mug as her last line seemed to be more of a cheer than a call, and as her mug was thrusted into the air, other mugs joined it's skyward journey, clanking together with others as their owners cheered in agreeance to her call.
The mugs were lowered, and their contents flooded into the mouths of patrons and Clara herself before she finally got a second look at the stranger who called out to her. He definitely wasn't a local, judging by his attire and cultural look about him. Clara offered him a smile - not one of those closed-lipped smiles you'd give a stranger in passing - but she gave him a full, wide, teeth-showing smile that matched the rest of her outwardly cheer that engulfed the rest of her. The moment didn't last very long, as by then she had returned to her celebrations with the local farmers, who by this point were also dancing. Clara hopped down from the table she had currently found herself using as a stage, disappearing into the crowd and joining in with the other patrons. She danced with a few, much like others were doing together - spinning and bouncing around with their partners in turn - and each time her hand slipped out of one patrons', it found itself in another's.
Though, she had found herself wondering what the stranger had been doing by himself, seemingly not joining in with the others. She even wondered if he were still around, but through the bustle of the bar's celebrations, she couldn't spy him in even the corner of her eye. Those thoughts, however, were blurred out by Clara's focus on trying to not fall down or trip over her own feet or another's, as their dancing had become less and less co-ordinated. Though no-one seemed to mind being bumped into another, instead of a call or a yell, there was laughter shared between the two parties as they both disappeared back into the crowd with their current dance partner without a single beat being missed.
Clara no longer had to wonder if the traveller was still in the building; for during her partner change-over, she had gotten bumped by another passing woman searching for a new partner. This had caused her to be flung out of the crowd, flailing in search of something to save herself from hitting the wooden floor beneath her. Though she didn't hit the ground or find something to latch on to before doing such, her back had hit something that was far too soft to be a wall or furniture with an "oof!" escaping her lips. She quickly straightened herself up, dusting off her skirt as she slowly turned toward the person she had been launched in to. "I'm terribly sorry about th- Oh!" Clara's apology was cut short as she finally spied who she had gotten knocked in to, who was none other than the stranger with the odd way of speaking. She looked a bit shocked to see him, as she jumped a little as if he had just snuck up on her in an attempt to scaring her. After shaking herself out of her behaviour and a hint of nervous chuckling, she finally spoke again in an attempt to apologise for knocking him, "Yeah sorry about knocking you there; The dance is just a bit... Yeah..."
Anomaly said
Oh, and by the way, Emuxe, thanks for getting that song stuck in my head, haha. >_<
You're welcome. Heheheheh...
Tuesday, Spring 2nd
Forget-Me-Not Valley
While most of the valley was silent and in rest, there was a place that was filled with life and excitement. It was the Blue Bar, loud and rowdy - but not in the way that one would think - instead of shouting and fists thrown, there was singing and filled mugs clanking in cheer. Though it was a day late, the bar was celebrating the start of Spring, the farmers being far too exhausted the day before to even think about going out rather than sleep their aching bodies away.
There was no real music, but instead of a series of sounds made by anything that would make a good sound, all tied together in a beat and song - but there was no bar song without words, now was there? In the middle of the rowdy, musical patrons, standing (rather, cheerily dancing) on a table with a mug of ale in her hand was Clara O'Connel, who had only recently come of age. If a stranger were to walk in now, they wouldn't be able to tell that she actually worked there professionally by the fact she was acting as unprofessional and rowdy as the rest of those on the receiving end of the bar.
"Shooby doop, dah ba bah, dobby doop, bah dah dah doo dah!" she joined, which after a few repeats of the sounds she was making, others soon joined in. Soon the whole place was in on the song, either by beating and playing with objects for sound, or by singing along with the bar's singer. Clara couldn't remember ever standing still from the moment she had walked into work, but she didn't mind - she was having far too much fun to mind her aching feet and far too drunk to remember her shy and timid nature. Usually, she wouldn't drink, and she wouldn't even talk to the patrons. But yet, here she was, drinking and celebrating with them - though she kept to herself, the farmers' hardship of winter rubbed off on her, not only because she disliked winter herself, and she was celebrating life coming back to the valley. "Doo, bap she doo!" the whole bar called, and a series of "woo!"s followed suit.
Clara danced, hopping from table to table, her usually still and reserved nature replaced with a lively one filled with cheer and fun. At times, she would join in with the patrons building the beat, banging on their makeshift drums and plucking at their makeshift chords as she sang with the rest. Sometimes as she hopped from place to place, she would stumble or almost miss her landing, but in the mood the rest of the patrons were in, she wouldn't hit the ground - she was caught and flung back onto her makeshift stage of the moment without missing a beat. The song seemed to go on forever, but no-one seemed to mind, and no-one wanted it or the night itself to end.
Forget-Me-Not Valley
While most of the valley was silent and in rest, there was a place that was filled with life and excitement. It was the Blue Bar, loud and rowdy - but not in the way that one would think - instead of shouting and fists thrown, there was singing and filled mugs clanking in cheer. Though it was a day late, the bar was celebrating the start of Spring, the farmers being far too exhausted the day before to even think about going out rather than sleep their aching bodies away.
There was no real music, but instead of a series of sounds made by anything that would make a good sound, all tied together in a beat and song - but there was no bar song without words, now was there? In the middle of the rowdy, musical patrons, standing (rather, cheerily dancing) on a table with a mug of ale in her hand was Clara O'Connel, who had only recently come of age. If a stranger were to walk in now, they wouldn't be able to tell that she actually worked there professionally by the fact she was acting as unprofessional and rowdy as the rest of those on the receiving end of the bar.
"Shooby doop, dah ba bah, dobby doop, bah dah dah doo dah!" she joined, which after a few repeats of the sounds she was making, others soon joined in. Soon the whole place was in on the song, either by beating and playing with objects for sound, or by singing along with the bar's singer. Clara couldn't remember ever standing still from the moment she had walked into work, but she didn't mind - she was having far too much fun to mind her aching feet and far too drunk to remember her shy and timid nature. Usually, she wouldn't drink, and she wouldn't even talk to the patrons. But yet, here she was, drinking and celebrating with them - though she kept to herself, the farmers' hardship of winter rubbed off on her, not only because she disliked winter herself, and she was celebrating life coming back to the valley. "Doo, bap she doo!" the whole bar called, and a series of "woo!"s followed suit.
Clara danced, hopping from table to table, her usually still and reserved nature replaced with a lively one filled with cheer and fun. At times, she would join in with the patrons building the beat, banging on their makeshift drums and plucking at their makeshift chords as she sang with the rest. Sometimes as she hopped from place to place, she would stumble or almost miss her landing, but in the mood the rest of the patrons were in, she wouldn't hit the ground - she was caught and flung back onto her makeshift stage of the moment without missing a beat. The song seemed to go on forever, but no-one seemed to mind, and no-one wanted it or the night itself to end.
Oh just saying: This song has to happen some time in this roleplay:
Well, not the trashing bit. But the fact that everyone's part of it.
Or maybe my opening can be like that in the bar. Getting everyone involved in her performance - no-one will know she's shy. Muahahahahahaha.
Well, not the trashing bit. But the fact that everyone's part of it.
Or maybe my opening can be like that in the bar. Getting everyone involved in her performance - no-one will know she's shy. Muahahahahahaha.
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