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...I'm crazy. Got a doctor's note and everything.
Been role playing for over fifteen years, no stranger to forum rp'ing, as that is the way I learned to roleplay.
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If you are interested in rps, really, don't be afraid to say hi!!
Or if you just wanna talk, I'm usually very open.
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Been role playing for over fifteen years, no stranger to forum rp'ing, as that is the way I learned to roleplay.
I don't bite, so don't be afraid to say hi.
I mostly prefer 1x1's, and am on PST. (Hello from the West Coast of the USA.)
If you are interested in rps, really, don't be afraid to say hi!!
Or if you just wanna talk, I'm usually very open.
For those of you still here, have some Pusheen!
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That is totally what is on her back. Btw. Woo.
Neffy's bedroom looks kinda like this but smaller, and more cluttered.
Clariel's room looks like this:
Clariel's room looks like this:
Jinxy
Engine Room
On Oberon
Engine Room
On Oberon
Jinxy listened to the announcements that Amir made and had to chuckle a bit. He sounded like a cheezy tour guide that was selling them this packaged tour of Oberon. Not that she was getting off. No way in hell. There was still a ton of systems to check on this rust bucket, and she had to make sure they were all still running before they left the planet. Hopefully, if she gave Amir enough of a heads up, they could get the parts to fix those systems before they left.
She buttoned up her coveralls and stepped out of the engine room. There wasn’t too much else to look over there. She had given Amir a basic list of parts she needed to fix the engines, for now. Sure, some of it would be difficult to find, but if they could get the parts, this baby was going to fly better than new.
What she didn’t tell Amir was the request for extra fuel wasn’t for her, and that some of the parts on the list were for his arm. If she could do him a small kindness and help make his arm work a bit better, she’d feel a lot better. Amir had taken a huge risk with all of them, and for that Jinxy was thankful. She blushed a bit as she thought about this and then waved her hand in midair.
”Now is not the time to get all moony over some guy you barely know Melissa. You have a job to do. He’s also former Waegu. That means trouble. However, we did always like trouble. Luckily, we shouldn’t find any. We’re well established as Jinxy. No one is going to find us out.” Jinxy wandered around and found a med bay and went to check their first. She was hoping to find some records for the ship. She picked up a journal and started flipping through it. It was the doctor’s journal.
“October 15,
Boarding that ship was a mistake – they were goddamn savages, GA bastards. Tore up Caleb's arm real good, bit me when I stopped my TK for a breather.
We all thought Caleb was going to lose an arm, especially Caelum. Can't imagine what it was like, her seeing us all bloodied up in the cargo bay and having to do her job as my assistant. Held it together though – best goddamn surgery I've ever done, even if it took two consecutive shots. Never been able to do telekinetic stitches before.”
”So their doc was using Psyche. Damn, sounds like they didn’t have it easy at all. Maybe mercenaries? Dunno why you’d have to board a ship otherwise.” As she flipped through the next couple of pages she started to get more concerned. There was a strange substance, probably Psyche staining the next few pages, and the writing was starting to get illegible in parts. What was legible was written in haste, and not the most grammatically correct.
“October 17,
Feeling a bit ill a bit antsy. Not myself. Sure it's just the long mission taking a toll
have cooking duties since Caleb in recovery
bite healing up nicely”
Jinxy had to frown. This was sounding terrible. She continued to read on.
“October 19
follow up surgery for Caleb
cant concentrate without Psyche
prescribed anti-depressants to Captain, feeling not himself”
“October 20
its space sickness
saw too late
sorry
so sorry”
”SHIT.” She slammed the journal shut and rubbed her brow. She tucked the journal into her pocket and went to see if she could find the captain's log and access it. She needed to know more, and right now.
Hocus Pocus is one of my fav Halloween Movies. I always watch it in October.
Clariel- 4708 Toulouse Ave
As the first twitters of the fall birds rang through Clariel’s open master bedroom window, they silently fumed. Happy twittering was not their style. They grumbled and went to roll over, and bumped into another figure in the bed. Clariel was about to scream for one of their housemates, when they remembered the night before.
”Right, tourists. Man did she taste good. Pretty sure she’d never been with a woman before.” Clariel smiled and then nudged the tourist with their foot. “Wake up.”
“Good morning,” the human said and went to snuggle up to Clariel, who shoved her away.
“Woah woah. I don’t care what we did last night, but I do not snuggle,” Clariel said, and dug around in their nightstand. They soon found what they had been looking for and pulled out a cig, and lit it. The smell of tobacco filled the room as Clariel took a long drag.
“But… I thought…”
“Look peach, you were great, but I don’t do romance. I don’t do snuggling. You’re lucky I didn’t kick you out last night.” Clariel took a long drag and blew the smoke right into the tourists face. “Now, get your clothing and get the hell out of my house,” they said and glared at the human. Predictably, the woman burst into tears, gathered up her clothing and ran out crying. Clariel smirked and pulled out a small journal. They opened to a premarked page and made another tally mark.
“That makes twenty-five in the past month or so. Nice.” They put the notebook back into their nightstand and leaned up against the headboard, taking another long drag. They pulled out their phone and looked at the messages. Something about gin missing from work, several texts from various one night stands begging for a second chance. Clariel nearly dropped the phone as it buzzed, indicating another text had came in. It was from Nefertari.
“C- Need some Healing. Will drop by ur work after done w/ body. -N”
“Ugh. She must have been bumping uglies with Az again. Eh whatever.” Clariel started typing back. “Yah, sure. Whatevs. When you gonna find someone that doesn’t burn?” The smirk reemerged as they typed the message.
“When you stop picking up tourists.” Clariel frowned. Well no way in hell was that going to happen. They took another long drag and realized that there was no more cig. Clariel got up and stretched, letting their wings pop out for a moment. The smell of brimstone filled the room as their wings flapped, happy to be out, even for a minute. A groan and a grunt escaped Clariels’ lips and then they headed to the master bathroom.
One long bath later, they emerged from the bathroom and headed to the closet to pick out an outfit. They were working later, covering for some bartender that night. Those were the best nights. So easy to hit on every drunk girl that thought they could flirt for free drinks. After debating for a moment, the outfit of the day was a loose red button up shirt with the long sleeves rolled up, and long ripped jeans. They ran their hands through their hair, ruffling it up a bit. Clariel looked at themself in the mirror and grinned. “Perfect.” Clariel shoved their walled in one back pocket and their cell phone in the other and went to head out.
“Going to get some breakfast and then headed to work. See y’all later! Au Revoir!” Clariel said as they headed out the door and went to walk to Cafe Le Beignet, to get some sweet pastries.
Gonna have two posts, otherwise it would have been one monster post.
Nefertari and Azrael - 3032 Jean-Luc Blvd
Nefertari groaned as she felt the first rays of sun pierce through the curtains, and rolled over, tugging the blankets up a bit. She realized that, one, these were not her blankets, and two, this was not her room. She rolled back over and saw the mess that was Az and a whole lot of plastic wrap and silently cursed. The angel still had her jeans on, so at least that was that. ”Right… we both got a little randy last night. Not that I’m complaining, but Az doesn’t have my blackout curtains.”
Her train of thought was cut off by her cellphone buzzing rather loudly from the other room. “Shit!” She swore loudly, as she tried to get out of angel’s bed. There was little success in this endeavor however, as she was tangled up in the sheets and promptly tripped out of bed and crashed face first into the floor.
A voice piped up from the bed, barely moving at the cacophonous noise of Nefertari wrecking the place. “I got two and a half hours sleep last night,” Azrael said, grumbling. “If you’re gonna die, die quietly.”
“You and I both know it takes a lot more than me hitting my pretty mug on this floor to kill me,” Neffy said, and looked at the half-awake angel. “Besides, you know as well as I do you have work today. Especially if I’ve got work,” she added, and tossed a pillow at the angel. “This is your fault anyways. You know I can’t say no to your pretty face. Though I gotta ask, what got you so worked up?” She pulled herself up and sat on the edge of the bed.
Azrael laughed, muffled by the pillow, but it rang a little false. “Can’t a girl enjoy a fling with a friend without the Twenty Questions afterwards?” She probably wasn’t going to get any more out of her.
“Just curious,” Neffy said with a shrug. She pulled one of the stray pieces of plastic wrap from under one of the pillows and put it over the angel’s forehead and gave her a kiss there. “I’m gonna go shower,” she said and headed to the bathroom.
Azrael called after her, “Sorry if you got any burns!”
“All part of the fun,” she called back and giggled. Once in the bathroom she closed the door and locked it, and went to examine the damage. A few small burns on her feet, one on her hand, and on her right breast. Not too bad all in all. Besides, she knew a demon who owed her favors, and healing was easy. The one on her hand would be the hardest to cover, but that is why makeup was invented. She stepped into the shower and turned it on and screamed.
“WHO USED THE HOT WATER!?” She cursed silently. This house was a problem, but it was the best the three could afford, especially given Az’s nature with money. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel and went to head to her room to get dressed. She heard the distinct flutter of feathers, followed by the click of the old bathroom lock and realized Az had claimed the bathroom. She shrugged. She didn’t need it anymore. She threw on a pair of black jeans, a white and black striped shirt, and a pair of knee high black boots, and sighed. She looked at the mirror that sat pointlessly on her dresser and groaned.
”I’ll just ask Az or Morgan to make sure I didn’t miss anything while I was in the shower. My hair should be fine.” She thought to herself as she pulled out some cover-up. She looked at her left hand and started applying the makeup to the burn. It stung a little, but small price to pay. She grabbed her cell and looked at the messages and frowned. “Lovely…” She pulled out the bottle of sunscreen she had and walked into the hall.
“Hey pretty lady, could you help me? Turns out I gotta go in this morning. Old Mrs. Jenkins has shuffled off and needs to look nice for tomorrow,” she said, knocking on the bathroom door.
A faint muttering could be heard from behind the door, something along the lines of, “Why can’t I be a goddamn demon so I don’t have to freeze to death every time I go for a goddamn shower–” But it quickly cut off. Azrael opened the door, jeans pulled on and a towel wrapped around her torso. “What’s up?”
Neffy had to snerk at the angel’s language. “Do you get dinged every time you take His name in vain?” Azrael raised an eyebrow. Realizing she wasn’t winning any points, she coughed. “I gotta go into work. Can you make sure I get this stupid stuff on me? I don’t want to smell like toasted marshmallows… again.”
“Burnt flesh doesn’t smell like toasted marshmallows, but, yeah, alright. Just a sec, darlin’,” she said, before the door shut again. There was some rummaging around in the medicine cabinet that somehow housed all three of their toiletries and a curse before Azrael reappeared, this time with a slightly sodden shirt on and plastic gloves – the type found in the boxes of blonde hair dye that the angel used.
“Thanks Az, you’re a dear,” Neffy said and handed the bottle to the angel. “Just the face please. I swear, I don’t know how anyone does this without being able to see their face,” she said and sighed. She could get mostly everywhere else, but there had been a few mornings that some of the humans at the morgue had laughed, because Nefertari had shown up with white smears on her face. Stupid sunscreen. Stupid sun. Stupid vampirism.
The plastic gloves barely prevented the burn of having something so holy and pure next to her skin as Azrael did a haphazard job of applying the sunscreen, though admittedly better than the vampire would have done. “There. Happy now?”
“Very. Thanks dear. I swear if one more intern laughed at me, I’d make a snack out of them.” She realized the look she got from Az and sighed. “I wouldn’t really make a snack out them. Promise. Only pre-packs. Speaking of, I should be bringing more home tonight,” she said.
“Sure. Just make sure there’s still room in the fridge for my OJ. I’m not fond of O-Neg.” Azrael snickered to herself, then rolled her eyes, then flashed back into her room, presumably in shame because of the terrible joke.
“She must have been spending time with Clariel. That was terrible,” Neffy said and sighed. She headed back to her bedroom and put the sunscreen on the remaining uncovered parts of her body and then picked up her purse.
“I’ll see you two later! Gotta go make someone pretty!” Neffy said.
“Pick up a girl when you’re out. A living one. God knows you need it!”
“Please. I got two lovely ladies here. Why would I need another?” Neffy laughed as she headed out the door. She rolled her eyes as she went to go catch the bus to work. She didn’t need a girl, or, did she?
<Snipped quote by MissFortune>
xD Yeah, let me just put some in his messenger bag.
*Vampire wants to shake his hand or something*
Gale: "One moment sir/madam" *proceeds to wrap saran wrap around his hand* "Alright! Now where were we?"
LOL everyone asssumes he's a germ freak!!
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