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2 yrs ago
Current Will give replies Monday.
4 yrs ago
Will be out of town for the weekend, will be online when I can, will reply when I can. Back on Sunday.
5 yrs ago
Will be out of town for the weekend, and won't be online. Replies will come on Sunday later in the day.
6 yrs ago
*Blasts TNBC soundtrack and Spooky Scary Skeletons for the next month*
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6 yrs ago
*Incoherent scream of rage.*
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Bio

...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.

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!










Most Recent Posts

Thank you darlin'. I can't wait for it to be night and get our lovely ladies together!

@Nallore
Haha I'm here all day. Wasn't feeling well last night so called into work. Wooo~~
Headed to bed. Gotta long day ahead of me. Will be on tomorrow after work, so about 6 pm pst. Yay.
@HushedWhispers What was Jackson thinking Clariel would do when he told them about the people in their spot?

Also @HaleyTheRandom if you'd like to do a Husker's collab, that'd work for me.
Alright y'all. I'll be back later. Going out for a while with friends.
Nefertari

The Morgue


As Nefertari got into work, she looked at her phone and saw an explosion of messages. She sighed to herself. She was not looking forward to tonight. Usually when she got together with Clariel for healing, Clariel would try to reel her back in, but Neffy was having none of that. That was the past, they way way way back past.

As she scrolled through her notices, she groaned as she saw an invite from Club Plasma. She hated Luce and the club, even if they were a main source of business for her and the morgue. Sure, it was nice to be invited to vampire events, but she wasn't exactly on good terms with the high up vampires. Of course if any of them had any idea what went on in Nefertari's house, she'd be pretty much dead. Right then and there. Didn't matter if they needed her to cover up their feedings. Having relations with a witch and angel? Yeah. Pretty much death right there.

"Oh hey boss, we got a bit of a back-log, they person said it was all for you," one of the young workers said, handing Neffy a clipboard.

"What? I thought we just had one... Oh. I see. I'll take care of it. Can you get Melissa to work on Mrs. Jenkins, starting up the embalming please? I will go deal with the back-log," Nefertari said as she flipped through the paperwork. Of course there had been a party at Club Plasma last night and of course there were now bodies to take care of. She hated her job. She hated her life at that moment.

She tugged on her lab coat and went into the room and started opening up the freezers. She looked at the bodies and groaned. It was a mess. She looked over them and the paperwork and set to work. Only seven hours to go till she was free to go to Husker's, and man, was she going to need a drink.
@kittyluna45
Look at Clariel. Trying to get into good favor with Jackson.


Mostly Clariel likes causing trouble. Also they know they are still on thin ice with the higher up vamps. No need to get killed, right?
I was waiting to see if someone had some work for Neffy but I'll make something up
@Liriia@MissFortune I'm guessing any 'accidents' that happen at Club Plasma get passed on to Nefertari yes?
Clariel

Husker's Resturant


Clariel had to grin as AJ blushed before walking away. Ah little innocent AJ. As much as she flirted, she was so young. So innocent. Clariel was waiting for the moment that the human got her heart smashed into a thousand pieces, and then they would be there, with a comforting shoulder, some booze and then... then... Clariel grinned to themselves.

Clariel walked over to Jackson, raising an eyebrow curiously. It wasn't like him to ask favors of the Demon. She listened with interest, and then grinned. "Well Mr. Jones, are you asking me to cause trouble? With pleasure," they said with a grin, and walked over to the table and scooted in to the table, sitting next to the fine looking latina chicka.

"Now, you all seem like fine folk, but you see that guy over there? Well, he's actually the owner and this is his table," Clariel whispered to the patrons. They were lying through their teeth, but why would Clariel care? "Now, he's not going to cause trouble in his restaurant, but," they paused, setting a hand on the woman's thigh and rubbed a bit, "However, he'll be in a bit of a mood later, and might take it out on one of his workers later. Now, you don't want that to happen now, do you?" Clariel pouted a bit, and squeezed the woman's thigh.

The woman squeaked, and looked at Clariel. Clariel had to wink. "Alright, we'll move. We'll also keep it in mind," one of the guys said, oblivious to the fondling going on under the table.

"Thank you for being so reasonable folks. Tell ya what, your drinks are on me," Clariel said with a wink and snuck a piece of paper into the woman's pocket and gave one last squeeze. Clariel got up and walked past Jackson as the group immediately moved to a table far away from his regular. "All yours Mr. Jones," Clariel said with a wink and headed back to the kitchen. Their phone immediately buzzed, and they had to smile. "Looks like I found number twenty-six."
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