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13 days ago
Current I am so sorry for the delay in posts. Been dealing with a 4 day migraine. Will do my best to get to them tomorrow.
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1 mo ago
Guess whose net is back, baby! That's tight, Krystal is back in the house!
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2 mos ago
Rps will be delayed. No wifi at home and data is almost out.
2 mos ago
oh no, what am I gonna do? housework done, posts sent. Only thing left is to game.
3 mos ago
Massively stressing out, will get to posts when I can. Please be patient, anxiety is not my friend right now.
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Hello Everyone. I am a 36-year-old girl with a heart for dramatic role-plays.

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Zara couldn't help the bright red that had encircled her neck and ears out of embarrassment as he assisted her with something one should know, being of wandering age for the wasteland. She had given a singular nod to his first 'You good?' but when he double checked with her, the nod became softer and a few more bobs to show she was indeed okay.

The walk to the tavern was a silent one, which she was thankful for. She didn't want to answer a bunch of questions just yet about her defensive abilities. She just stayed close behind his step, to the point she tripped over his shoe one or twice. She kept her hands behind her back as she walked, looking around and taking it all in. This part of town didn't look as rough, that was for sure.

Once inside, the room was inquired and she parted her lips. "I'm good with the chair. You should have the bed, you haven't had a decent sleep like I did and you're going to need to have your wits about you if the Diamond Backs pick up our trail again." She offered him her opinion on the matter, turning to rest against the bar counter. Her eyes scanned over patrons and decorations. The place was actually quite quaint. Maybe she could work in a place like this. He didn't seem to appreciate lewd acts like his competing tavern owner was.

Pushing from the bar counter, she followed him to the table and sat down. Her head on a swivel still as if she expected trouble to come from any shadow that moved or a sound in the distance. "Hmmm? Oh freedom. Yea." She blushed a bit, returning her attention back to him. He looked so relaxed, so at ease. In this light, she could truly see him. The strength in his jawline, the small peaks of his lips . Those lips that beckoned to be touched.

'Those lips said something, they asked you a question' her subconscious reminded her. Blinking rather fast, she shook her had and looked away. "Well, seeing as I haven't had to polish some guy's pole, I was able to actually wash up, and I have some caps in my pocket. I would have to say I am quite enjoying this to be honest. I haven't had to watch my mouth or lie through my teeth to impress someone. Hell, I've even eaten better since I got free."
*dances slowly*
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?
I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts
There they are, all standing in a row
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head
Give them a twist a flick of the wrist
That's what the showman said

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts
Every ball you throw will make me rich
There stands my wife, the idol of me life
Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
For any of those interested, but not wanting to be having a melancholy rp, fear not! I want to focus on their adventures trying to complete her 'bucket-list' before she passes. The risks of leading a rebel life style under the Council's noses. Falling in love. Then if he so chooses to change her, what grand adventures they have together afterwards. I'd like to focus on the good, the bad, and the scary. haha.

I am also willing to double up so we both play females and males. She could have a female bodyguard/caretaker/best friend that ends up by falling for his vampire mentor/guardian, finding out what they truly are. Any sort of reservations she'd have about that. Maybe even her changing first (purposefully or accidentally).
Zara walked next to him as he handed over the belt and some ammo, staring at it almost confused. Shot a gun? No, of course not. She had been a slave since she could brush her own hair. Why would they have given her, or even trained her how to fire a gun? That would be giving her a way to defend herself, end their grubby hands touching her and give her a sense of empowerment. Could she let him know that though? Could she admit to him that she didn't know how to fire a gun? It couldn't be that hard right? Just point it at the thing you wanted to kill and pull the trigger. It seemed easily enough that she figured she could fake it.

After an unnaturally long time, Zara finally answered him. "Uh, a few times." Her voice not nearly as confident as she had tried to portray. Maybe he wouldn't pick up on that, maybe he'd trust her at her words. A knife was easier. Close combat was less likely to miss what she was aiming for.

Pausing in her steps to strap the gunbelt on, she cinched it tightly on her hips. Would she be more successful shooting with her left, or her right hand? Where would the holster be easier to grab from? She turned it to her left side and placed her left hand on the butt of the gun. Nope, didn't feel right. Trying to reach it from her right hand across her body just felt awkward and like a guarantee to shoot herself in the foot. Next she moved the holster in front of her, right under her belly button. Less uncomfortable to grab from, but made her nervous to walk. She did want kids one day and this was awfully close to her nether region for her tastes.

Finally settling on having it resting on her right hip for her right hand to get the quick draw, she nodded to herself before looking up to see his reaction to her fiddling with it. Did he notice? Maybe he would figure she was just trying to adjust to having something new on her body.
I got one bite. Please, please please.
Mew?
*tickles the 'tickle me Elmo'*
Mew?
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