MarshiestMallow

A Game of Love

Tabitha

@dabombjk

Tabitha curled her figners around Kieran's, needing that contact to know that he was real, and to feel secure in the knowledge that maybe she wasn't insane. Or no more then usual. She giggled at what he said, and smiled again, nodding. She intended to stay close to him. It seemed like a wise choice, but looking around she saw a couple of the other people she had drawn in the park, and using their joined hands to hold the sketch pad, she flipped it to their pictures, chewing her lip as she thought. If they were in the sketchpad, they had to be real too, didn't they? She looked up to Kieran again, swallowing. If he was real, they had to be real too, didn't they? She walked along beside him as he started to walk, staying close to his side, she wished things could be different.

Everytime he looked over to her, she smiled sweetly, wanting to assure him that she was alright. She had no idea what was going on, she may or may not be crazy, but at least kieran seemmed to be experiencing the same thing that she was, and that meant that...it was real. In some sort of sick, twisted way, it was real. "Have you ever written something like this? she asked softly, as she glanced about, looking back to him every so often. She had no idea what to make of all this, THe houses were a little...well she was interested in them, but...she didn't want to be seperated from Kieran right then. Simply because he was with her when they were brought here, and he was here when she came here. She needed that...security.

Biting her lip, she looked to Kieran, before glancing around at the others there. That one girl, the albino she recognised, and the auburn coloured haired girl...So they had to be real too. Turning her attention to the...faries. Tabitha wondered if anyone else could see them or if it was just her. She shifted worriedly, tugging slightly on Kieran's hand. He was following them right? that had to mean that they were real. She held on to these sane rationalisations, clutching them to her as she clutched at Kieran's hand, using them as anchors to retaain her sanity.

Finally she decided that she had to take the leap, and just...go with the flow. she took a ddeep breath, and giving Kieran's hand a squeeze, she let go, leaning up on her tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, before turning to one of the little houses. She walked towards it, clutching her sketch pad, and opened the door, with a quick look back to Kieran. Glancing inside, Tabitha stopped. In the room was what looked like a mini house-almost like a cubby house, set to the back of the house. to the side, there was what appeared to be a bathroom, and in front of the mini house was the perfect art studio, and Tabitha's heart yearned. It was her perfect place, and she shuddered, a little noise of longing escaping her. But she stepped back, towards Kieran, still unsure of any of this. "I...i...i don't know what to believe" She said softly,

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Gordo

@Light the Dark@BlackPanther

Gordo was about to take his keys out, starting to turn when something seemed to happen. it was almost like closing his eyes, and suddenly appearing in another place, but this wasn't the magical world of Harry Potter, one couldn't just apparate in the mundane world they had. Had he been knocked out and taken somewhere? Just what was this? He glanced around, seeing that...clearing that they were in, taken about. stuff like this just wasn't possible, was it? Gordo liked to think that he had an open mind, but really he needed the scientific proof to back things up. he knew that there were things out there that couldn't be explained, knew that there were wonders and miricles and he accepted that, and yet Gordo still needed the fact...what had happened, to bring him here? Glancing about, he saw Tachi, and he hesitated before he responded to him. "No, it isn't just yet, and yet...i'm not sure its real either". If both of them were experiencing it though, then it stood to reason that it was real.

As the beings with wings-he was not going to thinkj of them as faries-spoke. he sighed to himself, trying to process it and think it through, to make sense of it scientifically, but he couldn't. Following Tachi, merely because he was the only one there that Gordo knew, the young man stood back a little,watching as Tachi interacted with two other people, and watching others appear as well. Gordo slipped his hands into his pockets, letting Tachi do all the talking. The man seemed to be a social butterfly in anycase, while Gordo was more one for observing.

It was obvious that they were all experiencing this. And if they all were experiencing it, then it had to be real. But fairies? They weren't real, surely? Gordo sighed, intending to watch all this to see if it was a trick. Stepping forward, he said "I'm Gordo"

A Game of Love

Tabitha

@dabombjk

There were many things that Tabitha was sure was and wasn't real. She believed in ghosts. Magic-there was magic everywhere you looked, it was amazing. but actual magic? She wasn't so sure. As she was...teleported somewhere, Tabitah clutched her sketchpad with her, stumbling as the weird sensation of being in one spot and then the next changed. She closed her eyes tightly, feeling a little sick. She hugged her pad to her, and was sure she had tumbled off barely sane to completely crazy. She was sure that if she really put her mind to it, she coudl craft something like what she had seen herself, but it would take work. It wouldn't just form in her mind like this. So she had to be crazy, didn't she? She risked opening her eyes again, it was like some sort of fairy tail world, and she took everything in. If she was crazy, she might as well take it all in, and draw it later. It was so pretty, so...magical. Her gaze landed on Kieran, next to her.

For a moment she felt relief, and then panic rose again. What if...she had just gone compeltely crazy with the stress the last few days? Had she just made Kieran up? Was he a figment of her imagination? Stepping closer to him, she shifted the sketchpad under her arm, and reached out to him, touching him. THat had to mean that he was real, didn't it? Or....would she even be able to know if she did actually touch him? She looked up at him, wide eyed and lost, whispering softly "Are...are you real? Or...did I make you up?" there was a world of emotion in her voice as she tried to make sense of what had happened to her, of everything that was going on, of whether or not she was sane or insane. She stared at him, feeling sick, and wound tighter then a spring. "Pleaase....tell me the truth..." Her eyes were swimming with unshed tears, making them sparkle slightly, as her majenta hair fell over them slightly.

Oh, Her father. Her father. He'd be worried, scared when she didn't come home. WHat if he thought she had run away, what if he thought that she hated him? What if...what if he thought she was dead somewhere? Oh, she had to let her father know, she had to....but how could she? if she was crazy and this was all a figment of her imagination, what was she meant to do? She rocked slightly, feeling so lost and confused. She stared at Kieran, waiting for his answer. it was almost like everything relied on his one answer to her. And then the...winged being appeared. And that was just enough to push Tabitha right over the edge. Yes. She was loony, there was no deny that, why else would she be seeing a fairy?

She shuddered, rocking back on her heels, hugging her sketch pad to her once more. She watched the fairy, biting her lip. Then one of them began to speak to them, and Tabitha whimpered slightly. She wasn't this smart, to create all this in her mind, was she? She had the creativity sure...But she wouldn't have been able to come up with cladarat, would she? Shaking slightly, she glanced about, seeing that there were others besides herself, and Kieran. Even if they were potentially figments of her imagination, at least she wouldn't be alone in her craziness. She looked towards Kieran again, thinking that she had pretty good taste if she had created him in her mind.

Then with sudden thought, she looked down at her sketch pad, flicking it open. The park scene was there, and she let out a slow sigh. Maybe...maybe she hadn't imagined him, then. Maybe she wasn't crazy. Or at least not as crazy as she thought she was. She looked up at Kieran. "You are real..." and she smiled brightly.

A Game of Love

[centre][b][h1]Tabitha[h1][/b][/centre]
@dabombjk

There were many things that Tabitha was...she still felt like she was going to explode. She knew that Kieran was trying to help, and that made her feel better, but...it didn't really help. She sighed again, wishing she could explain just how she felt, but it was all a jumble and that wasn't going to work. Because while she was good at expressing feelings on paper, she wasn't so good with the words. She was about to say that she should just go, that she didn't want to upset him, when he touched her again, pushing her to where he apparently wanted her. She blinked as he poked her nose, reaching up to rub it, going a little cross eyed as she tried to see where he had poked her. She shook her head slightly, a little taken aback. Why was he treating her like a kid?

When he poked her stomach, she went to swat his hand away, but he continued to do so, and she squirmed, wriggling and finally she giggled, unable to stop herself, "nooooo stoppppppp" She said, a little breathlessly. His words confused her slightly. She wanted the person she was married to be the person who was like that. Tabitha...she didn't want to be a cheater. She didn't want to find someone who was perfect for her after she was married. She glanced to him, hesitating. "But...I don't want them to be two different people" She said, "I might be weird, but...I'm a one person kinda girl" She said truthfully, but nodded.

"Ijust...I just wanted the time to find someone for myself" She said, a little wearily, "What if I meet the perfect person, and its too late because I'm married?" She said, then sighed, and she reached for her sketch pad, flipping it back open, to his drawing. "Would...you like this?" She asked softly, looking up at him.

A Game of Love

Gordo

Feeling like he had put himself in a position to be laughed at, Gordo shifted again, watching the Tachi, warily. He was quite ready to be ridiculed. It wouldn't be the first time. Gordo sighed softly, but Tachi didn't do any such thing, and Gordo relaxed. "Oh. Well. My cars back at my place, which isn't far. There's just never any parking at the college, so its easier to walk, but I have time.." He said, wondering why he was offering this guy a ride, "Uh, you could even get changed, if you wished"

Gordo was just a nice person, and he did have the time. So why not offer someone help? Maybe it was the fact that Tachi was going to his parents. Gordo had a soft spot for that, as he'd give anything to be able to meet his parents even once more. [color=seagreen]"Really, its not a trouble. Its just down the road"[color] He said with assurance, hands in his pockets to retrieve his keys. A part of him thought that he was crazy, that this half dressed, wet man could be a serial killer, on the other, Gordo was a trusting person, and believed in the good of others. He doubted the man would draw such attention to himself anyway, if he was a killer. @BlackPanther

A Game of Love

Tabitha

@dabombjk

Tabitha squirmed as she realised that she was, potentially, on the verge of a break down, the work she had done drawing perhaps not evaporting her emotional turmoil, just pushing it down, covering it with the calming effects art had over her. And she was potentially going to explode over a perfectly nice stranger. She looked down, clasping her hands together trying to keep herself together. She hadn't meant to say what she had, and now...Kieran was probably going to just run away from her. Most people did once they found out how weird she could be. She rocked slightly, and then stiffened when he moved close to her, putting his arm over her, shifting to stare at him.

Was...was he quoting shakespear? bemused, Tabitha let herself listen to his voice, just focusing on that so that she could...calm herself. It didn't seem wise to blow up aat the park anyway. What type of person did she want to be? Tabitha frowned at that. What type of person did she want to be? Kind...caring...happy...free. She pondered that for a moment, trying to take that thought in, to turn it around herself. Tabitha wanted...to be understand. That was what she wanted. Her father tried, but...he couldn't see just how...she truly was. She knew he worried about her, knew he just wanted to make sure she would be okay, when he wasn't able to do so himself. Tabitha knew she could be...like the energiser bunny super powered. she giggled at that thought, before trying to turn her mind back to what Kieran was saying.

"But...what if....I'm more then one type of person?" She asked softly, uncertainly. She sighed softly, trying to figure it all out, but...it was like trying to grasp water with a net. It always slipped away. She fell silent as Kieran admitted he was in a similar situation, and she blinked, wondering how so many people...were in the same boat. Who even knew arranged Marriages still existed? She hadn't. She had thought that they went out of style years and years ago. Maybe the saying was right. Everything comes back in style eventually. Eew. She hoped things like slavery and oppression would never come back in style. As her thoughts went to wonder about that topic, she turned her attention back to Kieran.

She thought on his last words, rolling them around in her head, she said softly, almost fearfully "But...you said someone to share things with, but what if...what if that someone doesn't want to share those ideas? Doesn't want to understand, or even try? What if they loath you, because of who you are? What if...they hurt you?" She knew her father would never choose someone that would do that, but what if he didn't have a choice? what if...what if it destroyed her? She didn't want that. "Marriage isn't meant to be a....prison. It isn't meant to be...something that you dread. Its meant to be...showing how much you care about someone. How...you want to spend the rest of your life with them, and want to try...its meant to be a partnership. Thats what its meant to be. That...there will be hardships, but that there will also be amazing things...I just...I want someone who can understand that I'm not like everyone else, that I am weird...and...I don't know" She trailed off with a sigh, glacing away.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

I lost my post -.-

New Voyage of the Beyond

Niesha

Niesha

Name:
Niesha

Age
21

Height:
5"2

Weight:
107 pounds

Eye color:
Dark gray, like the sea on a stormy day

Hair color:
Black

Powers
shadow manipulation
Niesha has the ability to control shadows, creating solid objects out of them, and bending them to her well.

She is unable to use shadows during true blackness, as shadows need like to be used.

Her abilities so far are quite weak, unable to use the manipulation for too long nor too complicated, however she is trying to learn how to do more complicated stuff.

Bio:
Niesha wandered into the tribe as a small child, with no memory of the years before. She didn't even know her name. It was clear that she had suffered abuse, and for a while she did not speak, as if afraid she would be hurt for doing so. Or maybe she just didn't know how.

As time went on however, the tribe's kindness settled her, and she began to speak.

She was still quite reserved, but she found a love of knowledge, gathering anything she could get her hands on and reading them. She seemed to find peace in words, that she rarely found in people.

Personality:
Niesha is a strong willed individual. She has a strong empathy for others, and dislikes people being mistreated. She is kind, caring although she doesn’t particularly have many people she is close to. She is bright, loyal and dedicated to those she cares about, and she never stops trying to do her best by them, and by herself.

She can be a rather serious individual, contemplating things before she does them. If she becomes angered, it's not someone you would like to see. Treated wrongly, she can have a shocking temper, and if someone she cares about is hurt, she will act furiously.

She has a patient nature, and is quite intelligent, able to, most of the time, think things through before acting.However, Niesha can at times, be unable to process her own emotions, which can make her unreasonable at times. and can at times cause her to be distant with people.

Often when making a decision she relies on strategy and morality, rather then rushing into things, although she does at times merely throw caution to the wind and merely choose’s to act, rather than think things through or rely on strategy.

Orientation:
Bisexual

Position in tribe:
Librarian

New Voyage of the Beyond

Niesha

Name:
Niesha

Age
21

Height:
5"2

Weight:
107 pounds

Eye color:
Dark gray, like the sea on a stormy day

Hair color:
Black

Powers
shadow manipulation
Niesha has the ability to control shadows, creating solid objects out of them, and bending them to her well.

She is unable to use shadows during true blackness, as shadows need like to be used.

Her abilities so far are quite weak, unable to use the manipulation for too long nor too complicated, however she is trying to learn how to do more complicated stuff.

Bio:
Niesha wandered into the tribe as a small child, with no memory of the years before. She didn't even know her name. It was clear that she had suffered abuse, and for a while she did not speak, as if afraid she would be hurt for doing so. Or maybe she just didn't know how.

As time went on however, the tribe's kindness settled her, and she began to speak.

She was still quite reserved, but she found a love of knowledge, gathering anything she could get her hands on and reading them. She seemed to find peace in words, that she rarely found in people.

Personality:
Niesha is a strong willed individual. She has a strong empathy for others, and dislikes people being mistreated. She is kind, caring although she doesn’t particularly have many people she is close to. She is bright, loyal and dedicated to those she cares about, and she never stops trying to do her best by them, and by herself.

She can be a rather serious individual, contemplating things before she does them. If she becomes angered, it's not someone you would like to see. Treated wrongly, she can have a shocking temper, and if someone she cares about is hurt, she will act furiously.

She has a patient nature, and is quite intelligent, able to, most of the time, think things through before acting.However, Niesha can at times, be unable to process her own emotions, which can make her unreasonable at times. and can at times cause her to be distant with people.

Often when making a decision she relies on strategy and morality, rather then rushing into things, although she does at times merely throw caution to the wind and merely choose’s to act, rather than think things through or rely on strategy.

Orientation:
Bisexual

Position in tribe:
Librarian

A Game of Love

Tabitha

@dabombjk

Tabitha shifted again, so she was sitting cross legged, watching him, a small smile on her face as he
laid back, appearing at ease. She mentally tried to capture the pose, to sketch later. She leaned forward slightly, trying to see more details without making it obvious that she was, and making sure he wasn't going to open his eyes on her. She leaned back, shifting again, pulling her knees up to her chest and lowering her head onto them, watching him still, her eyes bright.

"We all have our different strengths. If I tried to write something it would be really really short" Tabitha said encouragingly. She fell silent as he asked about stuff going down, and sighed, looking away, to her sketch pad, and then back to him. She gathered her thoughts together, and debated about telling him, but what did it really matter? He was a stranger and no one would know it was her, even if it did end up in a book. And she wanted to keep talking. She was enjoying herself.

She started off slowly, softly. "I...I got into a fight with my father, about something" She said, "He wants me to do something, cause he's worried about me, but....I don't want to do it...I don't want to....But...I have to" she said, her voice getting worked up, "He didn't even ask me if I wanted to get married!" and then she realised her mistake, and her hands went up to cover her mouth, and she glanced away, rocking slightly.

There was a lot of pent up emotion within her, twisting her about and Tabitha wa sbarely able to hold back a sob.

A Game of Love

Tabitha

@dabombjk

Tabitha was a little relieved that he didn't seem to have noticed her little...panic attack, and she relaxed a bit, still squirming. She seemed to have given him a lot to think about, as he pondered something. She watched him, curiously. Bouncing slightly as he spoke, she nodded. She giggled at the fact he didn't think you could live free all the time. She decided not to mention that she tended to always try to. That it made her weird, but that she didn't care about that. She just smiled, listening to his voice, liking it.

She nodded, closing her sketch pad, and putting it aside as she set her pencils back to right, closing the container that held them. "Yes. This is what I do for a living. I have some art shows and stuff" She said, pleased and porud of herself, she shifted so she was on her knees, nestling back down so she could rock slightly. "You can do anything as an artist and people will think its amazing. Mostly I just do artwork...for the meaning behind it" She said softly, "Stuff like this...well its just to...clear my mind" She said honestly.

"I like giving meaning to things, and finding just the right way to make the piece come to life"

Gordo

@BlackPanther

"I'm sorry...I guess I'm still...in work mode" Gordo said apologetically, with a sigh. Glitter? just what did this guy do for a li-oh. Gordo cleared his throat, and shifted slightly, adjusting his backpack. That was a perfectly acceptable job. Gordo just wished he didn't have to know that about a stranger. "I still apologise. I wasn't looking where I was going"

He sighed softly, and shifted again. "You seem in a hurry, I'm sorry for taking up your time...did you need anything?" He said, seeing tha tthe guy was still half dressed, and seemed a bit panicky. Gordo didn't have class for another hour or so, but liked to get there early, still, he could take a few moments to offfer some help to the guy he might have nearly knocked over.