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I sometimes crave people, but then they visit me with their families and pets and kids and grandparents and suddenly I just want to be alone so I can sleep in peace. /sleepy
9 yrs ago
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I sometimes crave people, but then they visit me with their families and pets and kids and grandparents and suddenly I just want to be alone so I can sleep in peace. /sleepy
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9 yrs ago
You probably find this peanut, but this is the FIRST post ever on RPG for me made on a computer. The keyboard is making me shed tears of happiness. I LOVE YOU ALL. /blows kisses liberally
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9 yrs ago
It's been half a year since my odyssey to find the one true community for me. There is no escaping it, I realise: RoleplayerGuild owns the throne in my heart. Thank you all for making this place great
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10 yrs ago
The "Introduce Yourself" sub-board is heartwarming.
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10 yrs ago
Upside, inside out, it's livin' la vida loca! That's what she's about, livin' la vida loca, livin' la vida locaaa! 🎵
@Pair of Hearts Done! Sorry it's not long or anything. Did I do it properly? Wasn't sure if I was supposed to mention you or if I was to put the accept part at the end. >>
@Zombehs My bad Zombeh! But well... we still have to wait for one more.
You've done well! ♡ I hope you can relax now, now that your exams are over with. ^^
This didn't happen to me (thank goodness), but I've seen it occur to some other folks.
Players who join a roleplay and make a character that barely fits into the boundaries of the roleplay premise. I support flexibility for a group roleplay; no one likes a stickler GM. But if the conception of your character clashes with the core of the roleplay, it really makes one wonder if you did read GM's OP.
"So you care about me this much, Never heard of it when we were madly in love. The reason of our breakup - You know it very well.
No matter how stupid I am, How much I pretend until the end, It's just me. Who's awful to me, who treats me well, I can tell. Wanted to keep faking it, But I'm tired. Really envy those people Who can be blind and not care For what happens finally.
If goodbye is your next line, You can shut up and go."
Don't know why I keep singing this when I'm a single Pringle but hey, it's my jingle!
Point: Someone important to a young boy is leaving.
The early morning breeze squirmed its way through what little space was offered to the elements, blowing through the open streets of Heimdall town.
Alucard could taste the faint saltiness in the air, and briefly recalled a memory that included flashes of a sunny beach, revelry of both good food and better company; the recollection was distant, almost on the brink of forgotten, and despite the merry experience, it did little to quell the unease in the pits of his stomach.
His fingers felt like useless extensions protuding from hands that didn't dare reach out to grab the one person he knew would forever miss.
Blue eyes, deeper than the seas beyond the town's frontier, held a sadness deeper still. They shone with unbridled tears of distraught, but the boy's pride drew a line to the display of emotions. He could not allow himself to cry; if he did, the innocent and clueless toddler clinging to the leg of his green, flannel pants would follow suit.
"Now, Alucard, I want you to promise me something," the children's nanny flitted her amethyst eyes onto the young girl, whose face was dusted with freckles and curiosity.
Alucard felt his chest lockdown - it hurt to breathe out. Every time he did, the lump in his throat became harder to shove down. "I'll take good care of Susannah," his coarse voice pierced through the melllow tranquility. Its harshness surprised even the brunet himself. He dared to look up at the nanny who had her unsettling gaze on him.
Her smile was gentle. Controlled, demure, but also gentle, like the touch of a sheep's fleece on his calloused hands.
"I want you to remember to take care of yourself, too," her sultry voice quietly brought away a pinch of misery, "If you fall, Susannah will be sad. You're all you two have now."
He wanted to question her why this was the repercussion they had to pay for, but of course he knew the answer. If she remained, the person who would suffer would be her flesh and blood. It was unfair, but at the same time, just. Where his own parents failed, the blonde woman made up in spades, and he couldn't selfishly demand for her not to go back to her true home.
Alucard briefly registered the sound of the horses' impatient sighing, their hooves clopping on the tiles of the street. The staccato clicks and thuds resounded with the erratic rhythm of his heart.
Before he could interject any comment, the flaxen-haired caretaker ordered the carriageman to move. And thus was the last memory the brunet ever had of their nanny Gertrude.
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