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3 yrs ago
Current To those I RP with, I haven't dropped off of the face of the earth, just had a mental health crash but am recovering. Now to catch up on posting.
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3 yrs ago
The worst thing about mental illness is you have to look after yourself a disgusting amount. I know it's the only way to actually be in a fit state to look out for others, but it still feels wrong.
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3 yrs ago
Emeth: Then I'll be that friend who's the opposite kind of annoying, whispering "Do it, you know you want to..."
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3 yrs ago
Judging by the Internet's definitions of introversion and extraversion, you'd think everyone's either an extreme hermit or a party animal with no in between.
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3 yrs ago
Krystal: All part and parcel of the job.
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A frazzled British thirtysomething cat mum with something of a tea addiction.

I like a wide range of RP genres, but have two absolute favourites: Pokemon and magical girls. (If someone manages to combine the two, I'll be VERY happy!) I post fairly regularly, but sometimes shit mental health days crop up - if that causes any delays, I'll try to resume posting ASAP.

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Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey


The song Roxy picked wasn't exactly what Jess had expected. Instead of classic rock, or anything rough and heavy, a bouncy pop tune pulsed from the earphones. Not what the anchor had hinted at liking, but people couldn't assume everything about someone they'd known for a short time, empaths least of all.

As the secondhand stress eased ever so slightly, Jess nodded her head to the rhythm. It wasn't just the song that lifted her spirits, but the fact that such music had the same effect on Roxy as on her. "Pretty catchy," she commented. "Well, there you go, it seems we both like feel-good stuff. That's... something, I guess." It wasn't much in the way of common ground, but knowing each other's sources of comfort went some way towards bridging the rift.

Quicker to decide this time when her turn came around, she chose a lively pop-rock track. "This ok?" she asked, all too aware of the miasma of fear and hate Roxy tried to tamp down. How long would the music keep it at bay?
Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey


"Uh..." Jess looked away. Roxy didn't hate the song after all, so that was good, but how to explain why she'd chosen it? How could she talk about her own isolation to someone who'd dealt with a different kind entirely? "No particular reason," she replied. "It's... It's just one I like." With a little smile, she added, "One of those relaxing, uplifting songs, huh?"

She gripped the phone tighter, staring down at her knees. Even if Roxy got what she was trying to say, how much could a simple song truly help the situation? Music hadn't fixed everything for her, and it wouldn't fix everything for the anchor either. All it could do was distract them from the journey, and from thoughts of where it would lead.

As the track's ending notes faded out, Jess raised her head. "Well, looks like it's your turn now," she said, removing the earphone, wondering what Roxy would pick and why.
Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey


Even though Roxy kept her face and tone neutral, Jess could feel the welling panic. As far as music went, this called for something soothing. Unless Roxy hated it, of course, which given their luck, was all too likely.

Pulling out her phone, Jess scrolled through the playlists until she settled on some relaxing soft rock, not unlike the oldies Roxy had played in the car the other day. Maybe this would be closest to suiting both their tastes. "Here," she said, handing Roxy an earphone, letting the mellow guitar intro play. "How's this? Uh, let me know if you'd rather have something else, or if you'd rather choose some of your music."

With the melody came memories of how it had eased her worries, as day after day she'd wondered how long it would take to find an anchor. Now, as she shared the song with that very anchor, she hoped it would have the same calming effect on her.
Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey


"Ehh, sorry..." Jess rubbed the back of her neck as she shuffled after Roxy. By suggesting activities, it seemed that instead of helping, she was just highlighting her own privilege. She'd had a normal life. Roxy hadn't. The car outside was a reminder of this, as was the empty feeling the other woman gave off. Loneliness deeper than any she'd felt herself, even during those five years.

She climbed into the car, muscles clenching, doubtlessly due to Roxy preparing to get in. A regular journey would be bad enough, but this was quite something else. Looking up, Jess gave a twitch of a smile. "I guess it's worth trying." As much as she wanted to tell Roxy she wasn't alone any more, was this truly the case? They shared their lives, but not their experiences, the anchor's being ones that not even an empath could fully understand.

Instead of stating it outright, she worded it in a more subtle way. "There have got to be some things out there that work for both of us. It's... It's just a matter of finding them."
"She had been alone in a way Jess' isolation could never simulate." - I love this line. Going to try to put a post up now.
@NeoAJ Yay, thanks! And yeah, I feel you about the work situation, glad you're recovering.

Kerianne Morley ~ Nightwatch



@SimpleWriter @Tenma Tendo @Aerandir

Kerianne stayed back, sighing with relief as Breeze cleared the glass away from where Gabby and Momo fought. Still, she wished she could be more help. Part of being a hero was knowing who was best suited to which job, but that didn't make it easy to just stand there and leave things - even small things - for others to deal with.

Her surroundings tipped and twisted as she turned to Yi, who'd asked if she needed help. Given Erika's sulking, the winner of that sparring match was clear. His was the example to take, Kerianne thought - a hero should stay cool and focused like he did, not end up a staggering mess. She stretched her arms out to keep steady, all too aware of why she couldn't do any cleaning.

"Thanks, but I'm alright," she replied, taking step by tiny step towards the bench. She couldn't blame him for worrying, considering last week's accident, but she needed to show him he didn't have to. Or at least, he shouldn't have to. He wouldn't once she proved more heroic potential. His comment about resting, however... Her shoulders sagged. She couldn't exactly disagree out loud, after having told Breeze the same thing. "And it's ok. A few minutes of rest are all I'll need."

Easing herself onto the bench, she glanced towards Breeze, who kept returning the same concerned look. In a way, it was a good thing the fight had been cut short, with the way it had gone. Whatever the reason she'd upset her friend, she'd be careful not to do it again.
@NeoAJ Yay!! Just the kind of RP I've been looking for. Here's my solo artist, I hope this is ok.


Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith



@Heartfillia

As Renard looked away, clearly uncomfortable, Freya bit her lip. Had she said something wrong? Seeing him smile, though, put her mind at ease, as did his mention of getting juicy stories about Raymond. This was his typical behaviour all right.

With a shake of her head, she chuckled. "Of course you wouldn't turn down that opportunity." Raising her eyebrows, she gave him a pointed look and a playful smile. "As I haven't forgotten." Her own cheeks warmed as she recalled her mother spilling story after story to him, an old photo album spread open on the table. Her mom had just had to show him that childhood picture of her stuck in a too-small cardboard box she'd crawled into, and get out the teddy bear she'd used as a scratch toy. Not that she'd complain if he heard any more such stories about her. As long as it cheered him up, it would be all good.

She finished her glass of water, standing up once Renard did. "Yeah, we might as well," she replied, nodding and shrugging, when he suggested returning to class. "What better place to catch up on sleep than the back of a classroom?" Hauling her bag onto her shoulders, taking care with her slightly tender arm as she did so, she traipsed after him.

At the sound of breaking glass, she glanced towards the gym. Gleeful chatter thankfully indicated nobody was hurt. When Renard mentioned a likely culprit - Gabby - Freya gave another laugh. "I wouldn't put it past her," she replied, "but Maple King did say those other three have a reputation for that kind of thing."

Trudging to the classroom alongside Renard, she took her usual seat at the back, leaning slumped across the desk. Class wasn't exactly something to look forward to, but at least the bakery was.
Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey


"Thanks. As for the week after that, uh..." Jess knew she should take her own advice, focus on the future instead of the present. Easier said than done. Not that it would be easy to think of activities suited to the two of them in any case. Taking tiny nibbles of the cereal bar, she mulled over the possibilities.

There were the arts and crafts activities she'd tried in the cabin, but she'd shown no aptitude towards them, as the anchor had seen with the bird sculpture. Who knew, maybe Roxy would turn out to excel, although she doubted it would be her ideal hobby. Jess thought back to what she'd enjoyed before isolation, besides solitary pastimes such as reading. Athletic hobbies might be an idea, besides woodland walks, which wouldn't be the same again. It was just a matter of figuring out what kind.

"Well, I did mean it about getting back into an exercise routine, so are there other sports we could look into?" she asked. "Uh, if you're ok with that. It just seems like something we'll both enjoy. That and there's sharing the music we like, and..."

She fell silent at the sound of a car pulling up. Glimpsing the vehicle through the window, she shuddered and stood. "It's something to figure out over the weekend," she murmured, throat tightening as she spoke, her reaction most likely mirroring Roxy's. "Something to look forward to."

Her words rang hollow as she hefted her bag onto her shoulders. There was much more to fear than to anticipate.
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