Morose

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Updates will be unlikely this weekend. Expect one by Monday for sure.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Sounds great! I'll have an update up as soon as @Witch Cat posts.

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: Riley's Car

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Tuesday huffed a bit, rolling her eyes at practically everyone. The situation was more than slightly on her nerves, and for a mere moment, she missed prison. Things were settled quickly, without all of this playing around and waiting to be killed. She flexed her fingers slightly, remembering the one brush she had with prison justice.

"Cynthia!" Tuesday called out, seeing her jump out of the car. The girl spun around like a possessed doll, and Tuesday couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Don't tell me Crazy here isn't having a theme to her prattling. With all of this talk about movies, maybe it's Ash," Tuesday said, half serious and half joking. Of course, Cynthia had already confirmed that their killer was a male.

"Maybe what we need to do is look at the list of superlatives and figure out which ones have to do with movies. Eliminate whoever the fuck is dead on the list, and then all of the girls, and we'll have something," Tuesday suggested. "That'll be one get out of jail free card, please, for doing your shitty job for you." However, she didn't leave the car. She remained in the back, shutting her eyes, as she fished her hand around in the bottom of her purse. If she was lucky, there'd be something in there to help her pass the time. Even oxycotin would do the trick for her at this point.

"Maybe Tim should run for Congress..." Tuesday murmured, once Riley was back in the car. "He'd fit in great there, sitting on his ass and twiddling his thumbs all day."

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Nallore Accepted :) She'll be assigned a room at Aunt Sue's later today

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Lady Amalthea Ooooh, you're throwing me a party? Sounds good!

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Pundii: On day 7. Need to get in a post today hun.
@Lady Amalthea: On day 5. I'm fine with you waiting for Pundii or just moving along, update I gave you should work for either.

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

I will see about posting tomorrow. :)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Building F

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Jack's eyes smiled before his face did, as he scooped Tatiana up and held her, as he spun them in a circle. He hadn't imagined that she would say yes, as much as he wanted her to. He couldn't let himself dare to envision it, and now, he felt foolish for his nerves and fears. The smile on Tatiana's face was the largest one he had ever seen, and his heart both leapt for joy and shattered at the same time.

"I call dibs on the weddin' dress," Jack joked. "I look damn fine in a hoop skirt." He let Tatiana down, but didn't let go of her, his body emotionally charged from the entire experience. She seemed to mirror him, the way her head was bobbing up and down frantically. "Jack Kohvo has a nice sound to it," he added, enjoying the little jest. He figured that Tatiana would somehow pull a gown out of her ballet slippers, but it didn't matter, the material things. All that mattered was that he could protect her for as long as he could, and then some.

"It was hahd to find a jewelah, so I improvised a bit with the ring," Jack explained, sliding it onto Tatiana's ring finger. "I can retie it if it gets too loose or somethin'."

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Édouard Riviere

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Location: Heard County High School (Franklin)

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Édouard cleaned up the blood and gore in the manner a child cleans their room. He shoved it around idly, constantly searching for a clock, in order to excuse himself. Each time he bent down, he fiddled with his shirt, ensuring that it looked entirely pristine. Anything he could do to postpone the task at hand, no matter how slightly, Édouard accomplished. In fact, it was for that very reason he was even speaking to Lyon.

"Elle était comme une bête," Édouard countered. "Elle était vielle peau." His parents had largely neglected him growing up, and he felt closer to the servants than to his parents. They were the source of his wealth and his legacy, and if anyone disparaged them, he would become enraged. Only Édouard was allowed to insult his parents and smear their name. "Mais elle est plus puissante que toi, encore en mort." He laughed a bit at it, a smug smile on his face.

To him, this was perhaps the easiest English lesson he had ever undergone. Lyon had said learning English would be his first lesson, and as Lyon himself said, scrubbing away the blood and guts would be Édouard's. They hadn't used a single English word, causing Édouard's spirits to soar. Perhaps if his own tutors had allowed him to play with human decay rather than learn English, he would have shown up to English lessons far more often. As Lyon started prattling on about himself, Édouard began to daydream, smearing the blood and gore in circles, rather than doing any cleaning.

In his mind, he was back on the open seas, living the life he was far more suited to. With his bodyguard and his sword, those waters could take him anywhere. He let out a sigh of contentment, thinking more about his time spent in Cyprus. Had his parents not dragged him back to Grenoble, he would have stayed there forever, and become one with the sea. "C'est charmant, mais il n'est pas une bonne façon de faire apprendre parler anglais." He snickered a bit, and as if to accent his point, quickly raised his sponge into the air dramatically. Unfortunately, some of the guts had become attached to the sponge, and as Édouard raised his arm, the guts flew directly at Lyon.

"Desolé!" Édouard snickered, surprised and slightly pleased at the outcome.

Translations

Elle était comme une bête = She was like a beast
Elle était vielle peau. = She was a hag.
Mais elle est plus puissante que toi, encore en mort. = But she is more powerful than you, even in death.
C'est charmant, mais il n'est pas une bonne façon de faire apprendre parler anglais. = This is charming, but it isn't a good way to learn to speak English.
Desolé! = Sorry

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

@Sigil And now, prepare for the battle of manners and social pleasantries! Nora versus the Lord Major!

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Nora Kingston

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Location: Egyptian Museum

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Flustered.

That was the word Nora would use to describe her mental state. After her brother married that wretched American woman, Frances Tate, Nora had described herself as unsettled. The chaos of words and feelings, of magic and realism, that was at foot on this particular evening was like a swift punch to the jaw. Raised on decorum and its questionable merits, Nora scrambled to find purchase, to regain her footing, amongst competing pressures.

Of course, it wasn't that Nora thought women should be quiet. No, that wasn't it. She felt indifferent to the question of women's rights, her life of privilege blinding her from their necessity. Regardless, with two outspoken ladies in the room, she couldn't help but shrink away slightly, despite the burning sensation on her finger. Haakon had failed to impress her with his conduct, practically wailing and sliding into the female role that the starlet had left vacant.

If only the museum clerk had refused to let them in... Nora thought wistfully. Lady Munn, as she introduced herself, wasn't nearly as awful as the starlet. The curly haired woman seemed rather manly in her dress, and Nora found her to be an oddity, almost a curio. At the inquiry about dreams, Nora felt her unease increase. Flustered wasn't even the proper term now--she was flabbergasted.

At the Lord Major's request, Nora smiled faintly, the same forced contortion of the face her parents and etiquette had drilled into her. Had she been more properly acquainted with Haakon and the starlet, perhaps she would have apologized upon their behalf. Instead, she decided to set herself apart, curtsying as she introduced herself to the Lord Major and the Lady Munn.

"My name is Eleanor Kingston, the daughter of Dr. Richard Kingston, a professor of anthropology at Victoria University," Nora introduced, her tone soft and delicate. "I must apologize for my intrusion, I had taken it upon myself to come to the museum and make certain inquiries to an Egyptologist. I must explain that I have never had the good fortune to meet Mr. Elvsgard and his associate prior to this very hour."

She folded her hands neatly, concealing the burn from sight. She was not prepared to simply show it--not yet, at least. There were social customs, Nora felt certain, to asking a female Egyptologist to examine a brand that appeared out of nowhere. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Major and Lady Munn," Nora added, having not heard the last individual in the room introduce himself. "I am dreadfully sorry that I did not catch your name, otherwise I should greet you properly with all respect due." she said, looking at William.