I've kinda just been waiting for someone else to post IC, but no one has, so I guess I'll write one up now.
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STATUS: in less than a week, kenny committed a double homicide on the same person. thoughts and prayers 2 yrs ago
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in less than a week, kenny committed a double homicide on the same person. thoughts and prayers
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"I don't attract what I want, I attract what I am. Dead as the bees buzzing inside my head." MM
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Boo!
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"If you have ghosts, you have everything."
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Do you wanna start a cult with me?
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Grim / Grimoire
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It's been over a year since I've written creatively but here I am again.
'sup.
(they/them)
It's been over a year since I've written creatively but here I am again.
'sup.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Free Roleplay
You're anger sounds justified to me, asshole misogynists need to be put in their place.
*Raises hand* Present! Also, I hope your mum gets well soon, take all the time you need!
Hmmm, what to do. What to do...
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Béatrix was right, one of them did eventually break the silence. “I’m just a bringer of bad omens,” he began, ’pfft, you can say that again…’ she thought to herself. “Besides, I was having a good time until I saw you grinding against your dinner.” Now that made her truly smile, so those were jealous vibes she was picking up earlier.
“Awwe,” she kissed her teeth a little, “Just because you wear my name on your wrist, doesn’t mean I’m yours. You’ll never have all of me.” Trixy said with a hint of a warning in her tone. Without her permission, the thought that he would have at least some part of her, haunted her mind. “Besides, not all of us can hunt like beasts. And rich pricks don’t taste any better than the average human. Plus, I can’t very well eat my neighbors.” She said the last part in a whispered tone. Although most supernaturals were now ‘out of the closet’ so-to-speak, humans didn’t take to kindly to the vampire diet, naturally.
Trixy tried to concentrate on anything else but the wolf beside her. She should probably leave. It was like someone else was using her body, since when would she ever walk willingly to a barstool and sit right next to a lycanthrope? But still, she couldn’t help but see from the corner of her eye, the way he was looking at her, the thick scent of lust rolling of him. The whole bar reeked of it, but it was like he was the only one there all of the sudden. Maybe it was the blood on her tongue, or the heated atmosphere, or maybe just pure curiosity, but Béatrix looked at him with bold blue eyes and said: “Kiss me.” Succinct, it was more of a demand than a question.
Béatrix was right, one of them did eventually break the silence. “I’m just a bringer of bad omens,” he began, ’pfft, you can say that again…’ she thought to herself. “Besides, I was having a good time until I saw you grinding against your dinner.” Now that made her truly smile, so those were jealous vibes she was picking up earlier.
“Awwe,” she kissed her teeth a little, “Just because you wear my name on your wrist, doesn’t mean I’m yours. You’ll never have all of me.” Trixy said with a hint of a warning in her tone. Without her permission, the thought that he would have at least some part of her, haunted her mind. “Besides, not all of us can hunt like beasts. And rich pricks don’t taste any better than the average human. Plus, I can’t very well eat my neighbors.” She said the last part in a whispered tone. Although most supernaturals were now ‘out of the closet’ so-to-speak, humans didn’t take to kindly to the vampire diet, naturally.
Trixy tried to concentrate on anything else but the wolf beside her. She should probably leave. It was like someone else was using her body, since when would she ever walk willingly to a barstool and sit right next to a lycanthrope? But still, she couldn’t help but see from the corner of her eye, the way he was looking at her, the thick scent of lust rolling of him. The whole bar reeked of it, but it was like he was the only one there all of the sudden. Maybe it was the blood on her tongue, or the heated atmosphere, or maybe just pure curiosity, but Béatrix looked at him with bold blue eyes and said: “Kiss me.” Succinct, it was more of a demand than a question.
Whatever you need to do to keep active. :]
Yeah, an RP like this is kind of worrisome, because if your partner drops or doesn't post for a while, you're kinda stuck. Plus, with this many people involved, a few are statistically bound to drop. But, that being said, I think the idea of it is super cool and I'm really enjoying playing out this side of Trixy.
I'm a little busy packing and I like to post quality, so I don't think I'll be posting for a while... But it seems like a lot of the others haven't posted in a while, so it's probably for the best.
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Judging by the injuries you've described, I don't think you should be feeling pain in your ass. Maybe you need to return to the doctors and get checked out again?
(Lol, couldn't help myself. I'm an asshole. Haha. But, for real, hope you get well soon <3)
(Lol, couldn't help myself. I'm an asshole. Haha. But, for real, hope you get well soon <3)
The veins around Trixy’s eyes bulged and darkened, as if tiny snakes were swimming in them, and the whites of her eyes turned red with bloodlust. With her eyes locked onto her very jealous looking soul mate, Béatrix plunged her fangs into the helpless kid’s neck, drinking deep. His blood carried the tang of alcohol and desire, which only fueled the urgency of her need. Closing her eyes now, Trixy tried to drink the image of Tholo away, but no matter what she did, his presence made the blood taste sour in her mouth.
Béatrix retracted her fangs and licked the wounds on his neck to heal them. She convinced the guy that nothing extravagant happened that night, he’d just gotten drunk and blacked out for a bit. With a hypnotic nod and a stumble, he was on his way out. Trixy took in a deep inhale, just to gather herself, before she stormed over to the bar.
Trixy took the seat next to Tholo, figuring that she might as well face this thing head on. He was drinking heavily, obviously not pleased with their situation either. The bartender looked over to her and she signaled that she wanted another drink, better yet, make it a double.
“So, first you make me lose my perp, and now you spoil my dinner. What am I to make of this, Englishman?” Trixy had her arms crossed as she looked at him, obviously annoyed. There was still fresh blood on her lips, the color well-matched to the dark ruby lipstick she wore. She caught Bartholomew staring at it, “What? Don’t pretend like you’re a stranger to the taste, Wolf,” she said before running her tongue along her lower lip.
She closed her eyes in an attempt to enjoy the feeling of being sated, but she didn’t. Her desire for blood was always closely tied to another desire, and Tholo had interrupted her plans to fulfill the latter. Trixy found her eyes lingering on the strong lines of his cheekbones and jaw, and the way his facial muscles flexed when he took a drag from his cigarette. No, it was just the lust of the fresh blood in her system, nothing more. Thankfully, the Bartender came over with her drink, interrupting her wandering thoughts. Trixy uncrossed her arms and gave him a stunning smile in thanks.
Her slender pale fingers held the glass with a unique kind of elegance as she swirled the liquid before taking a sip. The taste of blood and whiskey on her tongue calmed her only slightly. She flicked her eyes from the glass and back to him, not really bothered by the silence. One of them would speak eventually.
Béatrix retracted her fangs and licked the wounds on his neck to heal them. She convinced the guy that nothing extravagant happened that night, he’d just gotten drunk and blacked out for a bit. With a hypnotic nod and a stumble, he was on his way out. Trixy took in a deep inhale, just to gather herself, before she stormed over to the bar.
Trixy took the seat next to Tholo, figuring that she might as well face this thing head on. He was drinking heavily, obviously not pleased with their situation either. The bartender looked over to her and she signaled that she wanted another drink, better yet, make it a double.
“So, first you make me lose my perp, and now you spoil my dinner. What am I to make of this, Englishman?” Trixy had her arms crossed as she looked at him, obviously annoyed. There was still fresh blood on her lips, the color well-matched to the dark ruby lipstick she wore. She caught Bartholomew staring at it, “What? Don’t pretend like you’re a stranger to the taste, Wolf,” she said before running her tongue along her lower lip.
She closed her eyes in an attempt to enjoy the feeling of being sated, but she didn’t. Her desire for blood was always closely tied to another desire, and Tholo had interrupted her plans to fulfill the latter. Trixy found her eyes lingering on the strong lines of his cheekbones and jaw, and the way his facial muscles flexed when he took a drag from his cigarette. No, it was just the lust of the fresh blood in her system, nothing more. Thankfully, the Bartender came over with her drink, interrupting her wandering thoughts. Trixy uncrossed her arms and gave him a stunning smile in thanks.
Her slender pale fingers held the glass with a unique kind of elegance as she swirled the liquid before taking a sip. The taste of blood and whiskey on her tongue calmed her only slightly. She flicked her eyes from the glass and back to him, not really bothered by the silence. One of them would speak eventually.
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