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Yeah I will fix whenever the edit function will let me. Just tried and it is being glitchy.
I will work on a post and try to have it up tomorrow.
Yeah I will fix whenever the edit function will let me. Just tried and it is being glitchy.
I will work on a post and try to have it up tomorrow.
Lol. Yeah I was like make it stop. Fucking chain texts. Grr.
If there is anyone stalking this page except for me and siren just letting you know we are still doing this thing. Real life and our jobs have been pure bitches lately but we will get to this once things calm down.
Siren, when the Fuck will this week of hell be over. Son of a bitch.
Siren, when the Fuck will this week of hell be over. Son of a bitch.
The cacophony coming from the streets was drilling itself into her skull. The heat in the leather working shop where she worked plus the noise had given her a major headache. I better stop for a while and cool down before I make this last delivery. I don't think I can handle going all the way to the crossroad with this headache. I might lose control of my powers and something happen that I regret. It is hard enough keeping control on a good day. Why did Axiter have to get sick an leave me all alone when I have all this work that needs done by week's end? He better truly be sick too. If I pass by hi place and find the bastard goofing off that will be the end of his apprenticeship with me. I am getting too old for this shit.
Smiling at her last thought, Mel wiped the sweat off her brow and tied the last package off. She went over to the water trough nearby and took a dipper out and poured it over her head. She felt sweaty and disgusting and wished she had time to cleanse herself properly before she left but this would have to do for now. Gathering the packages for delivery, she went out the door of the tannery and walked over to where the small horse and cart she had borrowed was hitched. She smiled at several people a she loaded her goods and tied them down. Once things were secure she decided that a few more minutes would not hurt and walked down the street to the inn to grab a drink before setting out.
It had been several years now since she had come to this village. It was made up of all the races and types of folk that had been either shunned and expelled from their society or had lost everything in the war and had nowhere else to go. She tried not to dwell too heavily on those times before she had gotten here and had lived with her elven mother. Knowing that her mother would rather throw her out than be acknowledged by the elven council for bearing a half breed was a bitter reality. No one here knew that she was a half breed except for the couple that had taken her in all those years ago and they had died in the last battle that had happened in the valley two days hence a few years ago. She was grateful that they had shown her as much love and affection as thy had, but wished they could have helped her with her shifter abilities. Even the few other shifters in this village were not of the same sort as her and could only give her basic instruction. While this had helped somewhat with control, she still was not able to do the things she knew she was capable of if she had been properly trained.
Pushing open the inn door, she walked over to the bar and ordered an ale. As she sipped it slowly, she looked around the room. It seemed like there were more and more strangers coming here these days. One face however, made her blindingly mad. She tossed the rest of her ale back and slammed the mug on the bar before walking over to where Axiter sat with a few of his buddies. When he saw her he turned pale and looked away. "You know what this means? You can collect what is owed you when I return." Without another word she turned on her heel and left. She glanced at the sky and saw that the day was more than half over and picked up her pace. She unhitched the horse and cart and took her seat. Setting out now would get her to the crossroad sometime in the late evening and she would have to stay the night but it could not be helped. She snapped the reins and headed East out of town.
Smiling at her last thought, Mel wiped the sweat off her brow and tied the last package off. She went over to the water trough nearby and took a dipper out and poured it over her head. She felt sweaty and disgusting and wished she had time to cleanse herself properly before she left but this would have to do for now. Gathering the packages for delivery, she went out the door of the tannery and walked over to where the small horse and cart she had borrowed was hitched. She smiled at several people a she loaded her goods and tied them down. Once things were secure she decided that a few more minutes would not hurt and walked down the street to the inn to grab a drink before setting out.
It had been several years now since she had come to this village. It was made up of all the races and types of folk that had been either shunned and expelled from their society or had lost everything in the war and had nowhere else to go. She tried not to dwell too heavily on those times before she had gotten here and had lived with her elven mother. Knowing that her mother would rather throw her out than be acknowledged by the elven council for bearing a half breed was a bitter reality. No one here knew that she was a half breed except for the couple that had taken her in all those years ago and they had died in the last battle that had happened in the valley two days hence a few years ago. She was grateful that they had shown her as much love and affection as thy had, but wished they could have helped her with her shifter abilities. Even the few other shifters in this village were not of the same sort as her and could only give her basic instruction. While this had helped somewhat with control, she still was not able to do the things she knew she was capable of if she had been properly trained.
Pushing open the inn door, she walked over to the bar and ordered an ale. As she sipped it slowly, she looked around the room. It seemed like there were more and more strangers coming here these days. One face however, made her blindingly mad. She tossed the rest of her ale back and slammed the mug on the bar before walking over to where Axiter sat with a few of his buddies. When he saw her he turned pale and looked away. "You know what this means? You can collect what is owed you when I return." Without another word she turned on her heel and left. She glanced at the sky and saw that the day was more than half over and picked up her pace. She unhitched the horse and cart and took her seat. Setting out now would get her to the crossroad sometime in the late evening and she would have to stay the night but it could not be helped. She snapped the reins and headed East out of town.
So far work is sucking hardcore. By the middle of this week things should be looking better I hope. I just wanted to update you so you know I am still interested and am working on a post. Hope things are going alright with you. I am eager to get this going if real life would stop screwing with me. Lol.
I fully intend to make a post soon. Work has gotten stupid for me and I have no days off for the next 8 days. But I will try and post something probably Sunday night. Sorry is taking so long.
Nice to meet you. If you are looking for someone to do an rp with just send me a pm.
Sent you a pm.
Maddy sat there for a few more minutes after Erik walked out the door. She felt horrible for how she had behaved and what she had said. She knew that she had a bad habit of lashing out at others when she was uncomfortable and this morning was a prime example. She had been upset when Sarah had been her usual self to her and blew things out of proportion. She had tore into Sarah, yelled at Erik who had not really done anything to her and probably alienated the new girl. She wasn't too worried about how she had come off to Micheal because his grasp on reality seemed sort of tentative as it was but it was no reason to talk down to him either. Running a hand through her hair, she sighed. She knew that soon it would be time for lessons and she dreaded seeing the others. Also, she knew that word of her little outburst was sure to have made it to Dr. Gil and she really hated talking to him.
Standing up and taking a deep breath, Maddy walked out the door and went to the room where lessons were held. She would have to make peace with everyone later. It seemed like things were never easy here. She thought that once she was away from home that she would get better quickly and things would be bright and shiny again. Every day though seemed to bring with it some new challenge or unforeseen issue to overcome and the doubt that things would ever be normal for her grew. Why am I like this? Why can't I seem to control myself? Why do I always either shut down or flip out when I get stressed? Why do I have to count things and why does it bother me when people don't finish their sentences? I know that most people are not like this so why am I? Am I somehow broken or was I born wrong? I can't remember a time when I did not have these issues. And those are just a few of them that I allow myself to talk about to anyone. It is the ones that I don't talk about that scare me even more. Even the new meds that Dr. Gil prescribed for me are not doing anything but dulling the impulses. It isn't making them go away. However, if I tell the Dr. about all this he will just give me something else that might be even worse or look at me like I am not trying hard enough to get better. What can I do?
Walking over to the row of desks, she sat down in the one closest to the window. When the others slowly filed in she kept her head down and her eyes averted. She was not quite ready to make amends yet and if she looked at anyone then she knew she would break down. The time seemed to pass fairly quick. She saw out of the corner of her eye the new girl slide in the door. Something seemed a bit off with her but it was nothing she could pinpoint. Turning back to the window, Maddy put it out of her mind for now.
When lessons were over for the day, she watched the others slowly file out of the room. She had about thirty minutes until her session with Dr. Gil. That was plenty of time to make a start with the others. She saw Erik and hurried over to him. She put out one hand and softly touched him on the arm. When he turned to her she looked him in the eye and asked, "Can we talk?"
Standing up and taking a deep breath, Maddy walked out the door and went to the room where lessons were held. She would have to make peace with everyone later. It seemed like things were never easy here. She thought that once she was away from home that she would get better quickly and things would be bright and shiny again. Every day though seemed to bring with it some new challenge or unforeseen issue to overcome and the doubt that things would ever be normal for her grew. Why am I like this? Why can't I seem to control myself? Why do I always either shut down or flip out when I get stressed? Why do I have to count things and why does it bother me when people don't finish their sentences? I know that most people are not like this so why am I? Am I somehow broken or was I born wrong? I can't remember a time when I did not have these issues. And those are just a few of them that I allow myself to talk about to anyone. It is the ones that I don't talk about that scare me even more. Even the new meds that Dr. Gil prescribed for me are not doing anything but dulling the impulses. It isn't making them go away. However, if I tell the Dr. about all this he will just give me something else that might be even worse or look at me like I am not trying hard enough to get better. What can I do?
Walking over to the row of desks, she sat down in the one closest to the window. When the others slowly filed in she kept her head down and her eyes averted. She was not quite ready to make amends yet and if she looked at anyone then she knew she would break down. The time seemed to pass fairly quick. She saw out of the corner of her eye the new girl slide in the door. Something seemed a bit off with her but it was nothing she could pinpoint. Turning back to the window, Maddy put it out of her mind for now.
When lessons were over for the day, she watched the others slowly file out of the room. She had about thirty minutes until her session with Dr. Gil. That was plenty of time to make a start with the others. She saw Erik and hurried over to him. She put out one hand and softly touched him on the arm. When he turned to her she looked him in the eye and asked, "Can we talk?"
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