Morose

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: The Wedding Site (Near 10 - Medical Garden) ---> the Rec Center (Building 7)

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Jack couldn't do much more than grin and hold onto Tatiana gently around her waist, gazing into her eyes as she pulled away from the kiss. The clapping of the people in Newnan was just background noise, to the extent that he was puzzled and confused for a moment as to what it was. But then reality sank in again, and he was back to his goofy grin, looking at the woman in front of him--Tatiana--his wife. Somehow, he had found love again in this shit storm of a world. He knew how lucky he was, how fortunate he was to have found her.

"I don't see why not," Jack replied, grinning as he leaned his forehead against Tatiana's for a moment, before wrapping his fingers around hers as she took his arm and hand. He thanked Ash as well, before leading the Russian ballerina down the aisle, smiling at her and smiling at the tear-stained faces. There were tears sliding down his own face--tears of joy, of course. It was both surreal and incredibly real.

Once they made it to the Rec Center, Jack couldn't help but look around in awe. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was amazing nonetheless. It reminded him of the parties his mom used to throw at the end of the school year, where she'd invite all of the neighbors around. Wiping a tear away from his eyes, he chuckled slightly as he spotted the bar.

"So, Mrs. Korvo..." Jack paused, grinning widely, before he continued. "What would you like?"

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: The Wedding Site (Near 10 - Medical Garden)

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While most people seemed to be in some stage of tears, Beatrice's face was mostly neutral. Perhaps a bit of a forced smile, but beyond that, nothing. Her expression was guarded--the same face you'd see if you told her she was being transferred to a new foster home, or that her foster parents put in adoption paperwork. Her face was the equivalent of an isosbestic point in spectroscopy--unchanging, no matter what.

However, her eyebrow arched ever so slightly, intrigued as she noticed Sana shove past Dick. Trouble in paradise, it seemed--already. There had already been some sort of incident earlier that day, and it seemed another one would come quickly enough. She wasn't one to recommend therapy lightly, but she thought perhaps some form of treatment might've been good for Dick. He certainly seemed like he'd benefit from it. As Sana stormed off, Beatrice couldn't help but ponder what Dick'd do next--it likely wouldn't be anything good.

And as interesting as all that speculation was, Beatrice still didn't quite want to stick around. She'd head to the reception, grab a bite to eat, and then make her way home. The less time listening to romance and love and all that shit, the better.

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Chloe Ridgeway

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Location: The Wedding Site (Near 10 - Medical Garden)

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Chloe couldn't help but roll her eyes as Ryan hooted at the newly married couple. The man might have been a hardened criminal, one sentenced to do time in maximum security, but he still could act like a teenage boy at times. It was a bit ridiculous, and when he held his hand out for his winnings, Chloe pouted ever so slightly. "Where do you think I stashed them in this dress?" she asked, before pausing for a moment. She really didn't want to know the answers Ryan'd come up with. Prisoners tended to be rather crafty when it came to hiding things, and she didn't want to hear those suggestions from a man. "Second thought, don't answer that. I stashed them away at home, I'll pay up tonight when we're back."

She smiled slightly at Riley, knowing that it wouldn't fly, most likely. Ash had put her in the Convict Cabin for a reason, despite her sister living in the settlement as well. She figured that sleeping elsewhere'd likely start some shit, as harmless as the action might have been. It'd be like sleeping in the wrong cell block. No one got hurt, but fuck if the CO's won't throw your ass in solitary anyways.

"What are we, middle schoolers?" Chloe chuckled. "Planning sleepovers, might as well break out the cheesy party games too." She only smirked further at Riley's bet, about Dick starting a fight, before she stopped for a moment. A fight would ruin Riley's chance to perform. "He'll get shit-faced, cut off, and then removed from the area," Chloe said. "Plus, I doubt he'll stick around very long."

She glanced at Ryan for a moment, seeing his extended arm. "What am I, your date to prom?" Chloe teased, but accepted it nonetheless. He was her best friend, after all. And the thought of getting food before everyone else had a chance to was a bit appealing. They'd be able to get a few plates, watch Riley sing a few songs, get some drinks, and leave.

"Shit..." Chloe said quietly, seeing the way Sana shoved past Dick. With the tantrum from earlier, this hardly was a good sign. Perhaps taking Riley up on her offer would be a good idea. She wouldn't have been too surprised if Dick tried to kill Ryan in anger that evening. It was no great secret that the two of them weren't exactly friends.

But at the same time, Dick and Ryan's rivalry wasn't her issue. She had managed to remain Switzerland in the situation, a stroke of luck in itself. Tugging slightly on Ryan, she headed over to the reception area as people started to leave, Jack and Tatiana having already left the wedding site in its entirety.

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Ravi Chakrabarti

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Location: Five miles west of Newnan, abandoned cabin in the woods

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Ravi stared at Gavin for a moment, before shaking his head. When he moved to the States, he never quite imagined that he'd been roughing it with a Texan during the apocalypse. It wasn't something on his agenda. But he could imagine Gavin, dressed up like the toy in ToyStory, lassooing walkers left and right.

"As your friend, I won't take offense to that," Ravi said, rolling his eyes a bit about the Ghandi comment. He was right behind Gavin as they headed outside, pushing their way through the snow. He waited a few moments, wondering whether or not to voice what he was thinking.

"You have no bloody idea where you're going, do you?" Ravi asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you have a map or something? An inkling of where we're going? Or is this another ranger superpower, where you instantly can find Peachtree City?" But of course, it wasn't like they had a map or anything. The only thing that was even remotely helpful was the noise they had heard, and whatever the source of it was, it could be long gone by now.

"Perhaps we could get a sniffer dog?" Ravi suggested cheekily.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

I mean, Dorothy tends to be clean shaven to begin with. ;)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Post should be up tonight, once I've finished my assignments for tomorrow.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Post is up. Dunno why I got Irish on the brain, but yeah. :P

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Almack's
Mood Music: ^_^

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Prior to entering the establishment, Virginia's eyes flickered back to the gentleman. Truthfully, she was not quite certain of the answer to Fyror's questions. There were so many men of questionable character in London that it became hard to track. And all she knew was that whoever the fellow was, Millicent had already taken a disliking to him. Her words about him, prior to excusing herself, had been most clear.

"I haven't the foggiest notion, Sir Kildragon," Virginia admitted. "But nothing good shall come of it. He is likely just as the rest, attempting to mold dear Millicent into a blushing bride." Having answered Kildragon's question, Virginia had entered Almack's ahead of Kildragon and Mosi. The pomp and circumstance of the ballroom caused a slight sigh to leave Virginia's lips. These affairs were nothing more than political meetings, of weddings to be arranged and alliances to be forged.

London was perhaps skilled at many things--the starvation of the poor, the waging of war, the religious sedation of the masses--but there was one talent that stood out in particular. There was a proclivity for gossip among the ton, allowing rumors to fly madly. Prior to her father's disappearance, the rumors about Virginia had been quite predictable.

She keeps corpses in her basement, did you hear?
I 'eard back in the colonies, she danced naked in the woods!
There's something funny about 'er, that entire family!

Of course, there was perhaps merit to those tales. For in truth, Virginia did not mind those ones so much, as compared to the whispers that had circulated ever since her dearest mother and father vanished, believed to be lost at sea. Now they spoke of her wealth, of her status in society--there was speculation that her brother, James, was sickly and that he would not live to assume the earldom. There were rumors that James had vowed to never accept his father's title. The specifics did not matter--all that mattered was that young eligible men, in want of the title of the Earl of Dywell, had begun to gaze upon Virginia.

In her ice blue gown, with her pale skin and light blonde-brown hair, she wasn't quite the vision of the ideal wife. But what did her looks matter? It was her societal position and money that they wanted. Virginia didn't need to ask to know the thoughts swimming in their mind--marry the girl, ship the brother away, throw her in bedlam and remarry a beauty! Yet as Virginia glanced at her dearest friend, dancing with what appeared to be a forced smile, Virginia smiled coyly herself.

Many a man had made the mistake of setting their sights upon Millicent, yet they all had failed. Men underestimated the women of society--their undoing to the very last.

"Pardon me, Lady Crypt," a younger man, likely the son of some gentleman, said with a soft smile. His red hair caught the light of the party, and Virginia detected the softest Irish accent. He introduced himself quickly, following the traditional rules of etiquette, but Virginia hardly listened. Society dictated that a woman could hardly refuse a dance, provided the proper steps were followed. "Might I pencil meself--myself in for your next available dance?"

"I suppose, if you must," Virginia replied, her voice tinged slightly with reluctance. "I shall look more favorably upon this if you can respond to this inquiry properly, however."

"Of course, Lady Crypt," the man said, his eyes slightly wide, as if expecting some sort of test of culture and etiquette.

"What thing of this world inspires the greatest fear in you?" Virginia asked, as the man gently took her into a dance. His eyes were still a little wide, and he seemed to be concentrating on the dance more than anything else. It certainly wasn't the usual sort of question one encountered at events of the Season. "Surely you have heard of the Crypts, else you would not have known my name. If this question takes you quite aback, then perhaps any courtship you are interested in pursuing would be most tenuous."

"Spiders, I suppose...Maybe a ryne, perhaps," the man answered, his voice tinged slightly with nerves. "If I may be candid, Lady Crypt, why do you ask?"

Virginia smiled ever so slightly, as they continued to dance. "I am quite fascinated with fear," she answered truthfully. "Does that not frighten you to know?" But the man only gulped, as if not certain how to respond. Once the dance ended, he thanked her, and hastily excused himself. Virginia smiled contently.

Another eligible young man removed from my presence... she mused to herself.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea Quick question. Do I have permission to have someone approach Virginia and try to dance with her? Or would I need LLA to determine if that happens?

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: The Wedding Site (Near 10 - Medical Garden)

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As much as Beatrice detested romance and love, the sort of mushy feelings that Hallmark shoved down everyone's throat come Valentine's Day, this ceremony took her by surprise. It had started mostly as she expected it--stand when the bride entered, short speech from Ashton, grossly sweet vow by Jack. But Tatiana's vow, acknowledging and accepting death--that was perhaps something else, something new entirely. It was realistic, beyond most of the relationship propaganda that Beatrice had seen in her lifetime. Compared to the rest of the wedding, it was a refreshing change of pace.

Her eyes flickered back over to Bryn, recalling the slight nod and the movement of the eyes from earlier. The woman was incredibly attractive, and the outfit she had selected for the occasion suited her well. But Beatrice had made no move then to seek her out, and nor would she now. Beginning communication, starting a relationship--that just wasn't who she was as a person. She did not approach other people--people who wanted to befriend her always ended up approaching her.

She clapped lightly as the ceremony ended, with the ballerina practically jumping the cop. The reception would start shortly, she figured, and then they'd be able to go their separate ways. The less time she had to spend around all of this romance crap, the better. It was making her feel sick.

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Chloe Ridgeway

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Location: The Wedding Site (Near 10 - Medical Garden)

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While Chloe didn't say anything, she was hyper aware of Ryan draping his arm across the back of her chair. There were moments when it didn't bother her, when she found it perhaps incredibly sweet and a bit endearing, his crush on her. But at other moments, Chloe's mind reminded her very strongly how incredibly gay she was, and questioned why she let, or perhaps even encouraged, Ryan's behavior. But that moral dilemma could be saved for another moment--right now, she was definitely enjoying the free cigarettes and information.

"I'm going to regret this, but you're on," Chloe chuckled. "Maybe she'll decide to be traditional or some shit for her wedding."

She raised an eyebrow, tucking a piece of her hair that had escaped her bun back in. Discretely as she could, she glanced at the new woman again, even more intrigued as to Dick and Sana. Irish was right--this was going to be interesting. And even if the blowout didn't happen during the wedding itself, there was something brewing, tensions would increase. Hopefully not enough that Newnan decided to eliminate its convict population, Chloe thought to herself with a wry smile.

"As long as Dick doesn't scream and throw a fit all night, it'll be fine," Chloe replied quietly. "A girl needs her beauty sleep, after all." She stood up with everyone else as Froggy and Tatiana entered, more because she saw others do it. Chloe couldn't quite remember what all happened during weddings. She had attended the wedding of a few of her high school friends, but most of her friends in her adult life weren't the type to get married. And if they did marry, they eloped.

Tatiana certainly looked nice, and Chloe's eyes followed the bride and "father" to the alter. Regretting ever so slightly her choice in attire, she pulled her shrug a little tighter around herself. But hey, she had some damn fine legs. It wasn't every day that she got a chance to show those off. Sitting back down once Tatiana and Froggy reached the front, Chloe tried her best to focus on the ceremony. It wasn't like there was much else to do, after all.

"Fucking hell," Chloe cursed quietly, only loud enough for Ryan and Riley to hear, as Tatiana practically pounced on Jack and kissed him. Looked like she owed Irish a few cigarettes, but that'd have to wait. She had stashed them away carefully at home, hidden them in her room so that way no one could try to take them. They were precious items, after all. "You win, Irish," Chloe whispered, this time only so Ryan could hear.

Applauding politely along with the others, Chloe couldn't wait for them to move to the reception. She couldn't help but wonder if there was going to be a bouquet toss, the misery of single women at weddings. That much she did remember. But to be honest, with the way Sana and Dick were acting, she wouldn't have been surprised if those two ended up getting hitched next--and then divorced about an hour later.

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Ravi Chakrabarti

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Location: Five miles west of Newnan, abandoned cabin in the woods

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Ravi rolled his eyes slightly, though he couldn't deny that Gavin had a point. He chuckled, his eyes twinkling mischievously as a retort came to mind. Whether it was any good or not, of course, only time could tell. "And here I thought you Americans loved dick," Ravi replied, before his eyes widened in fake horror. It hadn't been the first time that Gavin made that sort of reference, and Ravi took it in jest each time. "At least we have decent wardrobes. There is such a thing as too many cowboy related accessories, you know."

Coming down from the top of the staircase, Ravi couldn't help but snicker as well. The laughter in the cabin was contagious almost, with the two men goofing around and ribbing each other like it wasn't the end of the world at all. "I should've known you were leaving me for Bessy," Ravi said with a dramatic sigh, following Gavin out the front door. "And of course I'll miss you, Roberto," Ravi chuckled, 'forgetting' Gavin's name on purpose. With the tension and nerves of the unknown, with the sound of what he thought was an engine, teasing Gavin was better than stressing over it.

He had his own pistol at the ready, though it was mostly for show. He never truly used it. In fact, Gavin used it more than he really did. Ravi couldn't help but imagine that whatever caused the noise likely came from that Peachtree City place--the home of those bastards who tortured that poor girl.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

I'll get a post up tonight :)

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Retribution Conference Room ---> Hallway Outside

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Anyone who knew Anisa would hardly have been surprised with her harsh scolding of Carla. To be frank, Dorothy was a bit surprised that the alliance assassin didn't seem to be able to read the situation, and understand the dynamics at play. The Alliance was ruthless and cutthroat, expecting skill and talent from their members--but apparently, that no longer applied to people skills, especially in tense situations. However, Dorothy did thank her lucky stars that Genevieve seemed to have quieted down.

Overhearing Atticus attempting to get either a shave or a drink, Dorothy pursed her lips ever so slightly. While she truthfully didn't dislike the preacher--they were frenemies, in every sense of the word--his habits irritated her. Every time he went after alcohol, she saw only her father, and the life she had left behind on Boros. But before she could dwell on that line of thought too much, Anisa pulled her aside, before she had had a moment to leave the conference room.

"...Thank you, Captain," Dorothy replied, her eyes wide. "I'll do my best." She forced a smile, her mind consumed by shock for a moment. It was funny, how much time could change things. When Dorothy joined the Vengeance's crew, Anisa hadn't trusted her. But over time, they had become best friends. And now, after so much tragedy that day, she had been promoted to second in command. Nodding at Anisa as she left the conference room, Dorothy noticed the way Daphne seemed to be dragging her feet.

"Mei-mei, would you like to help me in the medical bay?" Dorothy offered. "I can teach you a few things, if you'd like."

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: the Morgue

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With all the comments of people needing to take care of her, Cecily was tempted to reply that she could take care of herself. But to be truthful, she wasn't sure if she could. This world wasn't one that she had glimpsed at beyond in comic books, and she already had figured she wouldn't last a week in some of her favorite stories. As much as she felt slightly babied with everyone asking everyone to look out for her, she knew it was for the best. Odds were, she wouldn't survive the week, even with their help.

"Great, thank you," Cecily replied to Riley over the phone, smiling at the ironic comment of it being her lucky day. She had nearly been killed, but managed to escape--she supposed that was lucky enough. "Agent Tinder? Cecily Ashworth, acting coroner. Would it be possible to set up a meeting with you?"

She paused, glancing at Caesar, as if to ask when to set the meeting up for. After all, they were fleeing to Mexico in the morning--that'd make any appointments a bit hard to keep. She vaguely waved goodbye to Roy as he left, waiting on the FBI agent on the phone. She figured that Agent Tinder'd be skeptical at best, but she was hoping that he'd be willing to help them out regardless.

Though, Cecily also wondered whether or not she had painted a target on Tinder's back as well.