Waittttt TF you mean canceled? :'( Lol please lmk if one of you decides to pick this up(in a non-copyright violating way), I was sooooo looking forward to this. But I'm not a discord person so idk how to use it/set it up in terms of this plot.
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Almost 25, used to roleplay a ton on RS forums and miss those days. Hoping to get back into writing/reading more and more often, despite personal challenges I've faced that have made that hard to do. Any questions, just ask!
One of my favorite quotes as of right now:
One of my favorite quotes as of right now:
If you have to ask the question, you wouldn't understand my answer.
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I hardly ever use it, I was more of a Skype person myself, but I have one so I'll join (: Ty for link!
Annnnd if they don't answer and you feel like doing it, go for it of course. And if not that's fine.
Posted another one in IC so both of your character's can interact with mine and each other, if desired. So if you post again, I will wait at least another day for Creedmor to respond too.
Evening finally rolled around, and with it, a giant storm. The clouds were thick and a deep grey above her, and the swirling waters were chaotic all around her, imitating a whirlpool. Winds whipped her ebony locks around her face in every direction, and she had to use her hands to keep it away, in order to continue spy- erm, people-watching? Kailani had wasted the day away wading near the shore, and she thought that she saw the same man from earlier that morning taking another jog. She could also spot a young woman ahead, walking slowly along the sand. She was still a few miles out, so Kailani assumed that the two could not return her gaze, and that she would be in the clear. She would head home to her mother soon, she told herself, she only wanted to stay out here above the sea for just a bit longer...
Kaia observed the two separately for a few minutes, analyzing their behaviors, but unfortunately, that meant that she did not see what she really should have been paying attention to: the gigantic wave that built up directly behind her. A wall of dark, ominous water slammed down on top of her, which wouldn't have been such a big deal (sure, the amount of water being forced into her lungs at such great velocity was painful, even for a mermaid, but she could manage) except for the fact that there was something else in the water, too. Before Kailani could dart out of the way, an entire whale came up with the wave and knocked Kailani senseless. She was hit so hard that her limp body was flung across the top of the water, and then tumbled through the more shallow waves, and into a tall stone jutting out from the water near the cove. Her body appeared lifeless, washing up on the shore about equidistance between the two human strangers.
Kaia observed the two separately for a few minutes, analyzing their behaviors, but unfortunately, that meant that she did not see what she really should have been paying attention to: the gigantic wave that built up directly behind her. A wall of dark, ominous water slammed down on top of her, which wouldn't have been such a big deal (sure, the amount of water being forced into her lungs at such great velocity was painful, even for a mermaid, but she could manage) except for the fact that there was something else in the water, too. Before Kailani could dart out of the way, an entire whale came up with the wave and knocked Kailani senseless. She was hit so hard that her limp body was flung across the top of the water, and then tumbled through the more shallow waves, and into a tall stone jutting out from the water near the cove. Her body appeared lifeless, washing up on the shore about equidistance between the two human strangers.
Oh okay good I didn't notice that haha. Then yes I will post again either tonight or maybe tomorrow night if Creedmor hasn't posted again by then :P Ill get Kailani to wash up on the shore of the beach where both Jessica and Alex will be.
Always nerve-racking lol. I'm just glad that when I was reading the initial IC post, someone else posted too so I didn't have to be second :P
I was going to wait until they posted, or until one of you made a bio/assumed the role of the other main character. Can't really roleplay without roles that interact with one another lol. But I'm super down for the idea if you guys are and if not that's fine.
It had been a long day. Daciana was on her way home, walking as quickly as she could with her cane back to her cheap studio apartment on the outskirts of New York City. Well, it was relatively cheap, in comparison to the prices of the other apartments nearby and especially those that lay deeper inside the city limits. Still, $1500 was a lot of money and it didn't make itself, so Dacia had been out and about making her rounds, providing the locals and tourists alike with affordable.... err, prescriptions. She had taken the time to collect on a few debts as well, since she was currently in need of a few extra household items, and she would also have to figure something out in terms of dinner. Since she didn't have a car, Dacia was used to having to do a lot of walking. She was grateful for the pretty excellent physical shape that she was in for it (and also due to the fact that she worked out often, in case she ever needed to handle some 'business matters' or discrepancies), but it was still exhausting, and she definitely felt one hell of a migraine coming on.
By the time that Dacia had nearly reached her apartment, her head was pounding, and she knew that as soon as she got inside, she was going to administer herself a bit of her own medicine. These were the only thoughts that she usually had, really: thoughts of making money, thoughts of keeping herself housed and fed and clean, and thoughts of suffering/pain. She couldn't shake it. In fact, she even tried to physically shake her head back and forth, hoping that the spots in her vision would clear up this way. However, this only seemed to make matters worse. Dacia blinked hard, but the image before her did not dissipate, and she figured she must be hallucinating. Maybe she was dehydrated from being out in the sun all day. Whatever it was, it was concerning, because before her stood a large, stoic grey wolf.
A wolf? Alone on the streets of New York? Impossible. Daciana knew she was mentally ill, but surely she wasn't this crazy? But throughout all of these thoughts and attempts to grasp at a possible explanation, the wolf remained, standing tall but complacent, and making no effort to move toward her or harm her. Then, suddenly, the wolf made a high-pitched whining noise; was it a whimper? Dacia looked at the wolf with narrowed eyes, but as it continued to whine, she approached it cautiously. She had her cane, and a somewhat large knife in the back pocket of the black jean skirt she was wearing, but she didn't know if that would be enough to fend the wolf off were it to attack... As Dacia neared the beast, though, she noticed that it was bleeding, wounded deeply in its left side. Forgetting all thoughts of her own safety, she moved quickly to the creature's side and examined it. When she touched the grey fur, the animal made another sound, but did not move. Dacia met its crystal blue eyes and saw that the animal was afraid, but not aggressive.
When Dacia looked back to the wolf's side is when she became truly flabbergasted. For there where the deep gash and blood had once been remained nothing but perfectly intact, soft fur. There was no sign of the previous mark Dacia had seen, and to her amazement, the wolf gave her one last look and then seemingly disappeared into the background. Stumbling into her apartment, Dacia lit a candle, set up her rig, and took a few hits, making certain her blinds were all closed. Eventually, she passed out, perhaps due to shock, or because she had succumbed to the terrible headache that plagued her that afternoon.
By the time that Dacia had nearly reached her apartment, her head was pounding, and she knew that as soon as she got inside, she was going to administer herself a bit of her own medicine. These were the only thoughts that she usually had, really: thoughts of making money, thoughts of keeping herself housed and fed and clean, and thoughts of suffering/pain. She couldn't shake it. In fact, she even tried to physically shake her head back and forth, hoping that the spots in her vision would clear up this way. However, this only seemed to make matters worse. Dacia blinked hard, but the image before her did not dissipate, and she figured she must be hallucinating. Maybe she was dehydrated from being out in the sun all day. Whatever it was, it was concerning, because before her stood a large, stoic grey wolf.
A wolf? Alone on the streets of New York? Impossible. Daciana knew she was mentally ill, but surely she wasn't this crazy? But throughout all of these thoughts and attempts to grasp at a possible explanation, the wolf remained, standing tall but complacent, and making no effort to move toward her or harm her. Then, suddenly, the wolf made a high-pitched whining noise; was it a whimper? Dacia looked at the wolf with narrowed eyes, but as it continued to whine, she approached it cautiously. She had her cane, and a somewhat large knife in the back pocket of the black jean skirt she was wearing, but she didn't know if that would be enough to fend the wolf off were it to attack... As Dacia neared the beast, though, she noticed that it was bleeding, wounded deeply in its left side. Forgetting all thoughts of her own safety, she moved quickly to the creature's side and examined it. When she touched the grey fur, the animal made another sound, but did not move. Dacia met its crystal blue eyes and saw that the animal was afraid, but not aggressive.
When Dacia looked back to the wolf's side is when she became truly flabbergasted. For there where the deep gash and blood had once been remained nothing but perfectly intact, soft fur. There was no sign of the previous mark Dacia had seen, and to her amazement, the wolf gave her one last look and then seemingly disappeared into the background. Stumbling into her apartment, Dacia lit a candle, set up her rig, and took a few hits, making certain her blinds were all closed. Eventually, she passed out, perhaps due to shock, or because she had succumbed to the terrible headache that plagued her that afternoon.
Alright, well you two just let me know if one of you is willing to take on that role as well. It's your rp/idea, so I want it to go the way you want it to. Just keep me posted :P
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