Genkai

Beyond a Fire's Embers

Oh, he's on a drink run, if I went I'd surely get kidnapped and no one wants that.

Fuuuuck lol Katniss will be super conflicted now! Well to be fair, Gale can be shirtless because hey, he's way better than some Finnick Odair anyway. All the men gots to up their game yo!

Name of that roleplay...

Ah thank you.

Beyond a Fire's Embers

Nooo save some for meeee! T___T

And Katniss is gonna be so happy to see Haymitch because he's not dead. And then she's going to feel stupid. And I assume Gale would need to be wearing clothes to comfort Prim or he'd be doing more harm than good...

(Genkai) Princess Werewolf (Purplemouse)

Awesome, looking forward to it. :)

Beyond a Fire's Embers

Fudge is so good but so bad, so much better and chocolate and marshmallow.

*whines* Why can't Effie wheel her dessert tray over here?!

And yay! I'm working on Prim and Gale right now, Skyler is so pretty, I kind of hate her.

NotMe's Search for a Story

With Harry Potter, I do tend to do something during year seven which is usually make Ron the antagonist, which tends to help prolong the war from having a climax so soon if say, Draco and Ron team up or Draco even switches sides too but it does depend on roles and pairs. I am willing to do something with Doctor Who though I must make a disclaimer and say my knowledge lies with the new reboot as I have yet to find time to go back and look at the old Doctors. I'm capable of play 9-12 but I do prefer to do away with River and Clara, as I really do not like their roles. And with Doctor Who, I may be swayed for say a Doctor x OC situation but those can be tricky and most of the time, little thought it taken into consideration though I do enjoy redoing certain episodes with a new spin if a Doctor has a different companion or is doing something from another era, like Nine doing something from Ten's era. I do have plenty of experience under my belt though but the last 3 or so attempted, I've gotten ditched so it is a sore area at the moment but I am willing to give it another go because some of my favorite RPs have had Doctor Who in them.

To the Stars, From Death.

Look, a post. There is no order but I do make it a habit to let everyone post once a 'round' every round will start/end with my post as to ensure no one gets too left behind. If you're not active in the OOC for more than 14 days, you will be dropped, if you're active in the OOC but keep us in the loop, I am more easy going with IC tardiness. Still, don't fuck your fellow writers over with making us wait too tong. I'll speak up if I think we need to speed things up or slow them down, and you lot should feel free to suggest new pathways and quests but that will likely happen once we break the ice with these first few rounds. :3

To the Stars, From Death.

Roman Philosopher Seneca once said, “We are more frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.” he also said, “Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.” Whispers of lavender and ribbons of lemongrass tickled an Atheist's nose, pulling back from the depths of darkness where no dreams had dared comfort the homeless soul sprawled out on the grassy hill. Wiggling her nose, she finally pried her eyes open and found a majestic view there to greet her at the beginning of the unknown. Her hands and fingers twitched, feeling the gentle silky grass under her bare skin, almost tricking her into feeling secure.

Almost.

The woman with the dreadlocks and pale skin remained where she was, laying in a pool of emerald glitter and overlooking a sky filled with purple, blue and hints of orange. The woman inhaled deeply and fully, allowing the fresh scents to fully nestle themselves inside of her mind. This wasn’t home, this wasn’t even Chicago, no this wasn’t even Earth. Being a woman of logic and clarity, she found the idea more intriguing than anything. As she pushed herself up by pushing her weight into her arms, she remembered what had happened before she had opened her eyes to such beauty. There had been chaos and fire and pain, so much pain and panic and fear. Looking down, she saw her clothes were unchanged and she pushed her mind further back into the past, hoping to find answers there.

She had gotten up and gone to Decatur Classical School where she worked. It was a very prestigious elementary school in Chicago and it’s where she worked with the children to help them develop and foster a sound mind to carry them through their rigorous education. She had taken the afternoon off to make a trip back to her university, as she was giving a lecture to some incoming and potential students. After driving to Loyola University, she parked and got her badge and made her way towards the designated lecture hall. Seeing the campus brought back a lot of memories for the twenty-seven year old. Before she could reminisce about the waning days of her youth, she found herself standing in front of the door. She pulled it open and felt pleased to see the turnout.

An hour later and ten minutes later, she was getting ready to leave and grab a late lunch at the restaurant on campus when she smelled something. Turning down toward the left side of the platform, she saw there was a fire which had been caused by someone’s cigarette. Before she could find a way to contain it, panic broke out around as the massive gathering of people began to fling common sense out the window. They were all running toward the door. Many of those in attendance were seventeen and eighteen, just babies. The woman moved toward the exit, hoping to calm the crowd down and direct them in a more safe and orderly fashion but she got pushed to the ground during the pushing and shoving and as everyone ran out, screaming, their feet kept her pinning to the red carpet. Her pleas for help weren’t able to carry over the fire and the people marching atop the psychologist’s petite body. That’s when it hit her, she had died and she was now somewhere else, without anymore pain or grief.

Getting to her feet, she got a better view of the breathtaking landscape. There was a river, small but delicately formed rock structures, and even in the sky, there were castles and mounds of land in the sky, seemingly suspended by bridges and gravity. Looking down, she assessed once again her attire was unchanged. She had on a pair of dark tight jeans, brown ankle boots, a gray tank top and over that, a merlot colored lace long sleeve shirt. Bringing a hand to her black glasses, she turned and saw she wasn’t the only one in new territory. “Hey, hey guys.” She spoke up, reaffirming herself as someone who could take charge. And right now, she needed answers. “Guys, wake up, come on!” She urged, her voice clear and positive, rather than gruff and annoyed as some might expect from the first person to wake up on another planet.

Beyond a Fire's Embers

My mom makes some great lemon bars. She made like 300 for my brother's graduation, I ate most of them and for like 5 years, I couldn't go near one but now I've learned my lesson. I also love making fudge too, around xmas, we make a whole bunch. Now I'm hungry too.

And hey, my group post is now done! Now I won't feel bad about replying to you again today. I do have one casual 1x1 to do but that might be it, the other group post was just added today so I can push that reply to tomorrow or Tue since they took like 2-3 weeks to get anything up. -eye roll- Oh well, at least it's chugging along...

Beyond a Fire's Embers

I'm not a fan of pumpkin-anything actually. I do like pecan and apple is nice too. I make a pretty good cherry and peach pie though. And you can't go wrong with tarts and cookies either.