Leviathan

Contracted - Dead Hopes and Dreams

blarg, sorry about that.

not too happy about my post either. ><'

-shivers-

hope you eventually got some sleep Tyler.

Contracted - Dead Hopes and Dreams

"No no, I am teasing like usual...don't worry about being late. After all, we all know you're the responsible one." Quickly the vibrant female covered her tracks when Matt apologized, and turned his serious amends into a lighthearted response while following the duo inside. Crocell, much like his human companion, lit up when the drummer approached. His docked tail began wagging a hundred miles a minuet while greeting both hands with licks of happiness. Petra retrieved the guitar from the stand and brought it into the second room to begin practicing with the band. These were grueling yet pleasant moments composing music and meshing each of their styles together. For that duration it felt almost if they were in another plane of existence but unfortunately time passed by extremely fast, and before she knew it practice ended.

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Petra patted the side of her leg as a gesture to Crocell that he was now free to follow. The mutt stretched his brawny body and yawned loudly before striding out of the doors with confidence like he owned the place. After tagging along outside with guitar case in hand Petra hoped no one would notice her white Integra type r missing from the lot. Leaving Revelation Studios on foot would surely be odd, and lying was not a trait she liked to utilize but anything was better than owing up to her current situation. When reaching the concrete Petra set down a collapsible plastic bowl retrieved from her bag. Her fingers twisted off the cap of a bottled water to begin pouring the clear liquid for the dog to start lapping up. Her peripheral vision caught sight of Parker who seemed to be dozing off. The once warm smile on her lips faded as her expression hardened a bit. There could be multiple reasons for his drowsiness though that seemed unlikely. She was no stranger to seeing signs like these caused by something other than lack of sleep...but hoped with everything that her woman’s intuition was wrong.

“Even better. Who’s the lucky host going to be?” She could not cook to save a life but thought the idea of hanging out at one of their places would be nice...because she also did not have a kitchen. The tall guitarist rose to lean against the van beside Parker and ran fingers through her glossy tresses giving him a slightly unusual look. Her nonchalant expression was a cover trying to shield her concern the best she could. In her experience it was difficult to tell a fib when within arm’s reach of someone because nerves would set in, and she could also observe his body language when he responded. Of course, this strategy could fail and at the end of the day she was not a lie detector. She would simply have to trust his answer and keep a subtle yet watchful eye on him, and hopefully if something was up he would confide it to her later.

“I don’t know if this one can keep up though, you tired?” She questioned casually.

Tales of Brilliance

yay, thank you. ^^

was worried for a second that I made something appear on your character that wasn't supposed to be there.

Contracted - Dead Hopes and Dreams

Yeah, no worries.

I should have a post up soon. ^^

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I don't like my post so I am trying to alter it though I may send it anyway.

sorry it's taking forever.

Tales of Brilliance

double post, oh well...

ShadowD, you said he is wearing regular clothing but I am not sure if his gauntlet/shield is showing so i just assumed he is wearing it.

I can change it if you want.

Tales of Brilliance

Lumen nodded to the dark elf bidding them good morning but refused to take the bag of glad from the crimson haired man. With one thank you after another the slender elf began to visibly tense and straightened her back a bit in discomfort. Healing back at camp deep in the woods often garnered acknowledgement from various types of people but this was different in a way. Those injured folk had nothing to offer in return and the current flood of repayment put her in an awkward situation—at least to her. Blinking her radiant eyes a few times in a subtly overwhelmed state she then shook her head twice before responding.

“There is no need. Your payment will be wasted on me.” She stated plainly.

After this little adventure concluded she would go back into the forest and any leftover funds would be stashed away like before. These men seemed to require the currency in everyday ventures but she simply had little use for it. Their kind attempts were soon overshadowed by the sudden inquiry of a human male. Lumen turned her head toward his direction with little interest at first and watched him approach the group. The gauntlet shield combo worn by him snagged her attention however, and she became instantly impressed by the craftsmanship. There were two things that Elves appreciated more than themselves and that was Thaumae and the art of crafting—and that was a lovely piece of equipment.

It did not seem wise to begin divulging into the exact reason that brought them here especially since they did not know his reasoning to greet them out of the blue. Lumen walked over to the older woman waiting by a podium from yesterday and began writing a note. The paper listed the next location the elf planed on heading to but could not risk staying longer due to the growing interest this little group kept acquiring. She mentioned the temple in Aoli out of a suspicion that the arsonist would most likely stop in succession. To prove or disprove her hunch she planned to pay a visit hoping to find the culprit who insisted on stirring trouble.

“Please give this to Lianne when she awakens.” The tall elf politely said before heading toward the inn exit. “My visit here is finished and there are other sites to see…if you’ll excuse me.” Her words were cryptic and she had no qualms with anyone deciding to join though they had spent too much time in this place. The Knights would be searching for the group soon and she wanted to be a good distance away by then. Her hand slid the screen door open to begin heading toward the location safe for discussing any further plans—if anyone else was crazy enough to join.

Tales of Brilliance

I am working on a post & the hood looks nice. ^^

Hollywood Road: Slice of Life/Dramedy

akje said ."Like betting on whether Miss Claire has yet to find her seat, or is actively avoiding it.

I giggled. ^^

& see you after the weekend!

have fun.

Hollywood Road: Slice of Life/Dramedy

Sirenia St. Claire
A sudden impact out of nowhere collided into the middle of Sirenia’s midsection while searching for her table. Both glasses of vodka spilled onto the front of the black latex dress rapidly gliding off the material with ease and dripping to the floor. The clash came from an intoxicated woman losing balance and shifting awkwardly on high heels. “That’s Rebecca for you.” One of her so called friends commented while the rest burst into laughter, and scoffed at the embarrassing display. They did not offer any assistance or ask how Rebecca was. They simply shrugged their shoulders to the fetish model as if it was her problem to deal with now. Sirenia could call the situation many things but funny was certainly not one of them. She very carefully bent down to hoist the woman up with one fell swoop so that she could stand straight, and looked her over to see if she was hurt by the broken glass.

“Oh my God, I am soooo sorry about your dress. I can pay for it I swear to God.” The woman’s words were a slurred mess and the stench of alcohol radiated from her breath. Sirenia instantly recognized Rebecca from The Real World. Reality tv was another guilty pleasure she indulged in though many did not know that about her.

“No need to involve religion—coincidentally my dress is liquid proof. Don’t worry about it doll.” She said sincerely yet cast a snide glance to the reality stars party.

“I don’t feel so good.” Rebecca’s face suddenly turned a haunting shade of white as she began grimacing.

Sirenia quickened her pace to the ladies room practically dragging along dead weight. They passed by the same caterer who had not returned from searching for her table, and though upset with him she kindly asked for his assistance once again...maybe this time he would actually help.

“Call a car please but make sure they drive to the back.” The words were said in passing as both women entered into the glamorous bathroom. Luckily they made it into a stall just in time and so commenced the visit to the porcelain thrown. Sirenia twisted the woman’s long brunette tresses into a messy braid before grabbing a towel for the woman to clean up with.

“When does life get better?” Nearly exhausted from ridding the drinks Rebecca’s voice was a raspy hush.

“Is that a trick question?” Sirenia smiled and helped the woman up. “Let’s get you to that car.”

“I feel much better now, thank you.” A gracious smile crossed the brunette’s lips and it was best that she leave for her eyes were blood shot.

They had never even exchanged names during this little mishap but both felt it unnecessary since they both wanted to forget this night ever happened--most likely. Sirenia waved to the distant car before being escorted back inside to the gathering. Back to the bar… she thought with a chuckle even though she smelled like one from the previous accident. Before she even fully reached the location the bartender caught sight of her with a shake of his head and began concocting her vodka beverage. Like Deja Vu she took hold of the drink and threw a worrisome glance around the room, still unsure where her seat was. Hopefully if any speeches were to be given she would find that hidden place card or risk standing in the back for the duration.

Contracted - Dead Hopes and Dreams

RawrEspada4 said I'm good for time skip but can we like all go out together as a band for like late dinner or something (more IC interactions)

agree. ^^