LovelyAnastasia

X-Men: The Divided

I don't know what to do with my character so I just looked up gifs instead:


There ya go. *is satisfied* Goes with music too:



russian singers can not act...

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled

I'm hungry. >.> I can never sleep when I'm hungry... But I can't eat either TT^TT

Also, I didn't know what to post, so I posted a "roof top peace" scene.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled

Tomo sat in her seat, dozing in and out of the English lesson. Her fingers lightly trailed over the sentences, but she wasn't paying attention at all. English was just about as interesting and Japanese literature. But maybe that was because she was already well versed in it. He father's business often require them to be visited by foreigners. English, American, French, German... Tomo had been tutors and taught in all of those since she was little. It was necessary in order to make good impressions for father and mother's business. But it didn't make it any more interesting.

"Mizukimura-san," a sharp call of her name made her jolt in her seat, "Please, read paragraph five to the rest of the class." Her fingers slyly found the selected paragraph and she stood up with her book in her hands.

"I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind."

She sat down, cradling her chin in her palm, a serene expression on her face. The classroom was silent. She sat up straight and then raised her hand. The silence was broken by a cough, that sounded like it was coming from the teacher. Was it that surprising?

"Yes, Mizukimura-san?" that voice sounded tinged with irritation. Ah, maybe next time she should feign ignorance and not speak so well...

"May I have leave to visit the rest room?" she asked softly, calmly.

"Yes!" came a curt and almost angered response. Ah, the teacher was irritated with her... She stood up and maneuvered her way out of the classroom. How uncomfortable. She was not doing well, this 'normal' thing. Apparently even in a school accepting of disabilities she was still out of place. Well, she'd have to try harder then. Tomo closed the classroom door behind her back and swiftly started down the hall, her white cane tapping away in front of her.

Once again she seemed to of missed a turn somewhere and ended up running into a dead end. Perhaps the way to the roof was up some stairs down the second hall on the left? Had she gone up stairs to get to the classroom? Oh, she should of paid more attention. With a bit of a flustered turn about, she started away again. Left... Right... Eep! Stair case. Whew. Upward...upward...upward...Forward...to the left.... Ah..better.

Yes, it was probably not the best idea to skip on the first day, but she was so bored. Sitting down under the shade, after feeling around a bit to make sure it was safe, she let out a pleased sigh. The wind was so gentle today. And it smelt of honeysuckle and lilac. Summer wind smelt so good, especially mingled with her shampoo. There were so many sounds, even up on the roof. Birds seemed to still be going crazy trying to impress one another with all their songs. Tomo started to hum, her head resting on her arms, one leg over her knee, foot swinging lazily.

The sun finally came back out from behind the clouds, sunshine brushing over her face as she smiled. The wind swirled over her and she closed her eyes, her foot tapping away as she sang happily to herself. She just felt so happy she couldn't help it. She could make friends here and she could fit in. Well, she could try anyway. And it was sunny here. It wasn't sunny where she lived. At least not very often. Everything smelt so good and their were so many birds. Such a beautiful day...

Tomo

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Oh too bad... U.U See ya 'round hopefully

Teen Titans: A New Era

Bring it ooooon

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Go easy on my spelling and grammar. I made that post on my Ipad. >.<

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

Yeah they are both ancient kingdoms built up over time. They hate one another because not only are they exact opposites in beliefs, but there has always been border issues.

Oh by the by, the North kingdom is a large castle that once was a fortress, branching out, the city spilling out of the walls, so a second wall was created for protection.

The Southern kingdom's palace was built high on a cliff and even in the cilff, but is in sections since their culture was build around the keeping of peace and honoring of the Goddesses, instead of war.

X-Men: The Divided

For once I like the revamp character. I love Avalanche.

There's no land out there. [Pirate/fantasy roleplay.]

Arren hair tied to one side and his sleeves rolled up, he almost looked a bit more decent that usual. More like a noble. It was why he refrained from doing things like this too often around others. Being cold and driving them away was easier to deal with and troublesome things bothered him. He was half way through examining the kitchen supplies, most of which looked neglected and could use a good cleaning. The door had opened before, but he hadn't turned. Seemed like whoever had been there had scurried off anyway. The second time the door opened, he glared down at the knife he was examining. Curious bunch weren't they?

Finally he looked up, one sea green eye glancing over to the large man standing near him. Ah, Pretty Boy was back. Arren had to take care not to smile in amusement at the new nickname. His piercing gaze raked slowly over the captain once more, the mere hint of a barely restrained smile still at the corners of his mouth. He had too look back down at the knifes just to compose himself once more. A cold and blank looked finally froze back onto his face.

"I don't suppose any of you know how to cook an edible meal?"

"Aye," his voice was soft and short in reply. A silence drifted through the air. Tilting his head to one side, leaning on the counter, he put the knife down, slender fingers still lightly touching the hilt. His gaze slowly sifted back over to the captain, the tilt of his head only allowing a small glimpse of the scar that was hidden, before he stood up straight and turned around. Crossing his arms over his chest and crossing his ankles as he leaned back, the red hair man stared straight back at the captain.

"It's fully stocked, if that's what you're wondering. I assume you're capable of cooking something that isn't burnt to a crisp?"

Arren had to smirk a bit at that. Could he cook? What a question. This captain was in for a pleasant surprise once he had some IIlitin food. Nothing was better than Illitin cuisine. Well, in his very biased opinion. He tilted his head to the side, as if thinking for a moment, no expression on his face. Those green eyes gleamed with amusement, despite his cold blank look.

"Aye," he said once more, that voice sounding a bit louder than it often was. And it sounded odd, more clear than it's usual raspy whisper. The amusement on the red haired man's face sober immediately. He turned his back on the captain, grabbing up a knife and a bowl, placing them on the counter. Leaning over, he picked up the sack the freckled girl had brought in earlier. Ah, she might be useful.

"I'll need help," his voice was back to it's normal quality, "Perhaps you can spare a slave every once in a while. It would be vastly appreciated." Filling a large pot with water, he put it on the stove and started to get to work. Pick through the kindling, he started with smaller sticks and then put two things of wood on those. Kneeling on one knee almost gracefully, he looked up at the captain, putting his chin in one hand as he stared straight up at him, waiting for the fire to build up.

"Arren," he mused, that full smile on his face unusually warm and amused, making him look a lot softer than before, till that hardness returned as he gave a chilling grin and added, "Viper." Turning to get back to work once more, the red haired male acted as if nothing had happened, the crystal beads in his hair clattering together with every turn of his head.

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

Not all are as they seem, Ser.