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I am here a lot, but at random times. So yeah, don't be discouraged if you missed me, I will most likely be back in a bit to check again!
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Name: Seihou Wukong
Gender: Ghost. (JK I'm a girl.)
Sexuality: Asexual/Demi-romantic? Hetero-romantic for sure
I'm pretty much a Keyblade wielding Crystal Gem, a ninja turtle fan, superhero, ghost-pretending-to-be-human, who's also a history and science enthusiast. A bookworm and romance nerd who also happens to be the Monkey King that listens to Kpop and is fascinated with Asian cultures and traveling.
I also really like writing, even though I am pretty much a redundant writer who can't think of clever words to use at times. But I love story telling, and that's why I roleplay! To get better at doing things like writing! :D
Please treat my friends kindly! Or else fite me. (ಠ ∩ಠ)
I reeeeally love Isana Yashiro <3
Come talk to me, I like making friends! (´∀｀)♡
Stuff I have:
Twitter: @space_queennn
Skype: seihouthekeybladewielder
Discord: @Queen Seihou#6230
Tumblr: I have one, but I forgot what it was. Ask me later.
Gender: Ghost. (JK I'm a girl.)
Sexuality: Asexual/Demi-romantic? Hetero-romantic for sure
I'm pretty much a Keyblade wielding Crystal Gem, a ninja turtle fan, superhero, ghost-pretending-to-be-human, who's also a history and science enthusiast. A bookworm and romance nerd who also happens to be the Monkey King that listens to Kpop and is fascinated with Asian cultures and traveling.
I also really like writing, even though I am pretty much a redundant writer who can't think of clever words to use at times. But I love story telling, and that's why I roleplay! To get better at doing things like writing! :D
Please treat my friends kindly! Or else fite me. (ಠ ∩ಠ)
I reeeeally love Isana Yashiro <3
Come talk to me, I like making friends! (´∀｀)♡
Stuff I have:
Twitter: @space_queennn
Skype: seihouthekeybladewielder
Discord: @Queen Seihou#6230
Tumblr: I have one, but I forgot what it was. Ask me later.
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Alright, gotcha!
Woo, I like your post :D
And yeah, me too. It was just a weird thought I had just because. ^^;
And yeah, me too. It was just a weird thought I had just because. ^^;
Abigail felt herself get a bit flustered as the man suddenly gave her a charming smile. Nodding as she took note of his request for strong coffee, she felt her cheeks heat up just a tiny bit as he complimented on her looks. Sure, Abigail would be complimented on her looks all the time by various people, and she would dismiss them and go on with whatever she was doing, but the man had managed to catch her a little off guard. It was a little strange, but Abigail made sure that she didn't show her flustered emotions to the customer. Something about him made her a bit weary, but she couldn't judge him right off the bat without knowing him first. Although she did have to admit, the guy looked charming.
"Aw, well, thank you for the compliment, but I'm sure you have met plenty of women who are prettier than me." Abigail replied, becoming naturally humble. She didn't feel like she can be compared to other women. "It is my pleasure serving you today. I will be back with your coffee sir, if you'll give me just a moment." With that, she quickly walked to the kitchen, taking a mug and saucer from the racks and a coffee pot of the strongest coffee they had readily available, taking it back to the man. Arriving at the table, she smiled at him as she served him his coffee.
"How is your morning going? Are you having trouble choosing something to eat for breakfast?" She asked with sincerity, giving a passing server the coffee pot who had asked for it.
"Aw, well, thank you for the compliment, but I'm sure you have met plenty of women who are prettier than me." Abigail replied, becoming naturally humble. She didn't feel like she can be compared to other women. "It is my pleasure serving you today. I will be back with your coffee sir, if you'll give me just a moment." With that, she quickly walked to the kitchen, taking a mug and saucer from the racks and a coffee pot of the strongest coffee they had readily available, taking it back to the man. Arriving at the table, she smiled at him as she served him his coffee.
"How is your morning going? Are you having trouble choosing something to eat for breakfast?" She asked with sincerity, giving a passing server the coffee pot who had asked for it.
Alright that's cool, have fun with you bf then!
Also, strangely enough, this RP for some reason sounds like it's gonna be similar to the movie Trolls, though I highly doubt it. I had songs from that movie stuck in my head this morning. Oops TuT
Also, strangely enough, this RP for some reason sounds like it's gonna be similar to the movie Trolls, though I highly doubt it. I had songs from that movie stuck in my head this morning. Oops TuT
October 2, 2015
New York, NY
7:30 AM
Abigail woke up to her alarm, hitting the snooze button as she let out a big yawn. In her half-asleep state, she clumsily got up from bed and made her way to the bathroom to wash up and fully wake up. Wobbling over to her closet, she tiredly picked out her uniform for work, where she was a server for a café called Morning Star. It was a part time job that she had gotten a few months ago while she looked for a better career in between the few classes she needed in order to have a degree in photography and international studies.
The uniform consisted of a deep red, buttoned down shirt that was tucked into her black skirt that reached knee-length, along with black tights underneath. She also wore a black and red apron with a black ribbon bow to tie around her shirt collar, similar to a men's formal tie. Wrapping her light brown hair in a bun, she puts on her black cap to hide her hair in and slipped on her work shoes.
Checking the time now and then, Abigail began to make herself a bit of breakfast as she drank some coffee that had been brewing while she was changing. As she served herself a plate of two Sunny-Side Ups with toast and some sausage, Abigail walked to her small table and ate at a steady pace, still making sure she had time to get to work. It was a rather quiet routine, and sometimes Abigail did miss having company around to at least have someone to talk to. Being the only one in her apartment wasn't her ideal lifestyle, but she was stuck with it nonetheless. After a few minutes of enjoying her meal, she placed the dirty dishes into the sink and grabbed her small backpack and keys, heading out to work, which was only a few blocks away from where she lived, making it really convenient for her in case she forgot something or wanted to go home for lunch.
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Arriving at work at around 8 o'clock, Abigail was soon put to work, taking orders from customers, taking them to the chef, greeting customers as they walk into the door and serving the food, all with excellent service and a smile. Doing all of that as a server came fairly easy for her, as she liked to talk to people and help them out with anything that they needed in order to make their visit more enjoyable. She just loved the sight of people genuinely happy with their food on the daily basis.
About less than an hour into the shift, Abigail heard the bell chime as a man walked into the café. She looked over to where she was at in the cash register and spotted the man, seeing that he was wearing dark clothes and a pair of sunglasses. He looked a bit peculiar to her, but she shrugged it off and continued to get the bill for a previous customer. This should give the man some time to look over the menu and decide what to order while he waited for her to be done with the customer. Abigail went over to him a minute after she got the money for the customer's order, now taking her notepad and pen in her hands while she approached the new customer.
"Good morning, sir! My name is Abigail and I'll be your server for today." Abigail greeted him with a bright smile. "Would you like something to drink while you decide on your order, or are you ready for me to take it now?" She asked, the words coming naturally out of her mouth as she had experience in the job, as well as her genuine kindness towards the customers.
New York, NY
7:30 AM
Abigail woke up to her alarm, hitting the snooze button as she let out a big yawn. In her half-asleep state, she clumsily got up from bed and made her way to the bathroom to wash up and fully wake up. Wobbling over to her closet, she tiredly picked out her uniform for work, where she was a server for a café called Morning Star. It was a part time job that she had gotten a few months ago while she looked for a better career in between the few classes she needed in order to have a degree in photography and international studies.
The uniform consisted of a deep red, buttoned down shirt that was tucked into her black skirt that reached knee-length, along with black tights underneath. She also wore a black and red apron with a black ribbon bow to tie around her shirt collar, similar to a men's formal tie. Wrapping her light brown hair in a bun, she puts on her black cap to hide her hair in and slipped on her work shoes.
Checking the time now and then, Abigail began to make herself a bit of breakfast as she drank some coffee that had been brewing while she was changing. As she served herself a plate of two Sunny-Side Ups with toast and some sausage, Abigail walked to her small table and ate at a steady pace, still making sure she had time to get to work. It was a rather quiet routine, and sometimes Abigail did miss having company around to at least have someone to talk to. Being the only one in her apartment wasn't her ideal lifestyle, but she was stuck with it nonetheless. After a few minutes of enjoying her meal, she placed the dirty dishes into the sink and grabbed her small backpack and keys, heading out to work, which was only a few blocks away from where she lived, making it really convenient for her in case she forgot something or wanted to go home for lunch.
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Arriving at work at around 8 o'clock, Abigail was soon put to work, taking orders from customers, taking them to the chef, greeting customers as they walk into the door and serving the food, all with excellent service and a smile. Doing all of that as a server came fairly easy for her, as she liked to talk to people and help them out with anything that they needed in order to make their visit more enjoyable. She just loved the sight of people genuinely happy with their food on the daily basis.
About less than an hour into the shift, Abigail heard the bell chime as a man walked into the café. She looked over to where she was at in the cash register and spotted the man, seeing that he was wearing dark clothes and a pair of sunglasses. He looked a bit peculiar to her, but she shrugged it off and continued to get the bill for a previous customer. This should give the man some time to look over the menu and decide what to order while he waited for her to be done with the customer. Abigail went over to him a minute after she got the money for the customer's order, now taking her notepad and pen in her hands while she approached the new customer.
"Good morning, sir! My name is Abigail and I'll be your server for today." Abigail greeted him with a bright smile. "Would you like something to drink while you decide on your order, or are you ready for me to take it now?" She asked, the words coming naturally out of her mouth as she had experience in the job, as well as her genuine kindness towards the customers.
Alright, can't wait to read it!
Oooooh I really like the idea! All of this is just making the whole love story for them really adorable in my mind and I don't know why! TuT
That sounds like a good idea too! Either way its really good! I'm curious on what we'd end up with though!
Oooooh I really like the idea! All of this is just making the whole love story for them really adorable in my mind and I don't know why! TuT
That sounds like a good idea too! Either way its really good! I'm curious on what we'd end up with though!
I like the scenario! It sounds really good!!
As for the attraction thing between supernaturals, I think the whole "angel having a fallen angel as their opposite" idea is great!
And then for the romance, that can also explain why they would attract, hence the whole "opposites attract" saying when it comes to love I guess? I like both ideas, and i think that the second idea would be better, buuuuut that also depends on this too:
When they realize of their supernatural-ness, is it like a whole "Ugh I found out that you are my sworn enemy, now I hate you forever because it was always a thing even though I forgot and thought I was human" kind of thing, or would it be like a "Oh gosh, I am a supernatural being, and we're supposed to be enemies but I always thought I was human?? What am I supposed to do about this?"
Basically, would they strictly stick to their sides when they find out, or would they be conflicted? Or would that just depend on the character? I feel like Abigail would try to stick by the rules at first, but then she actually starts feeling bad for just shutting Roman out when he had actually showed that he had some good in him or something (and also have a small crush on him).
I guess it could go either way... But the second one would be interesting to watch, and it could give us opportunities to do fun things with the two maybe? I don't know, it's late and I'm kinda sleepy TuT
As for the attraction thing between supernaturals, I think the whole "angel having a fallen angel as their opposite" idea is great!
And then for the romance, that can also explain why they would attract, hence the whole "opposites attract" saying when it comes to love I guess? I like both ideas, and i think that the second idea would be better, buuuuut that also depends on this too:
When they realize of their supernatural-ness, is it like a whole "Ugh I found out that you are my sworn enemy, now I hate you forever because it was always a thing even though I forgot and thought I was human" kind of thing, or would it be like a "Oh gosh, I am a supernatural being, and we're supposed to be enemies but I always thought I was human?? What am I supposed to do about this?"
Basically, would they strictly stick to their sides when they find out, or would they be conflicted? Or would that just depend on the character? I feel like Abigail would try to stick by the rules at first, but then she actually starts feeling bad for just shutting Roman out when he had actually showed that he had some good in him or something (and also have a small crush on him).
I guess it could go either way... But the second one would be interesting to watch, and it could give us opportunities to do fun things with the two maybe? I don't know, it's late and I'm kinda sleepy TuT
Okay then, that's good to work with! I just posted my intro post, hopefully it's good!
And I think the cafe one would work, as I was thinking that maybe Abigail would work as a waitress for a cafe maybe. Or maybe we can just go with the robbery one, as it sounds more engaging to me O3O
And I think the cafe one would work, as I was thinking that maybe Abigail would work as a waitress for a cafe maybe. Or maybe we can just go with the robbery one, as it sounds more engaging to me O3O
October 1, 2015
New York, NY
6:28 PM
Abigail was sitting by the windowsill of her apartment, with a cup of chamomile tea in her hands while one of her legs dangle, with her swinging it to and fro. In the safety of her small apartment, she watched as the skies overhead progressively turn darker. She never knew why, but she always liked looking at the sky in her free time. It always gave her a sense of calm in a strange, mysterious way. She figured that she just really appreciated what nature had to offer, which was perfectly suited for her as she practiced the religion of Shintoism, though not as often as she would like. That was one of the disadvantages of living in a country where there really isn't a set religion. It was great to practice whatever you wish as your religion, but Shintoism isn't very popular, unlike Christianity or Buddhism.
Hearing her phone go off, Abigail was taken away from her thoughts, soon checking over her phone. It was a call from her friend, who was asking if Abigail was still planning on going to the volunteer work for the next day.
"I will, I will. Don't worry." Abigail reassured her friend Kali, pacing around her apartment as she sipped from her cup of tea.
"Okay Abigail, I trust you. We really need help moving the boxes of clothes down at the orphanage. A lot of people brought stuff in this month!" Kali exclaimed, causing Abigail to smile at herself. Kali always seemed like a nervous wreck, but Abigail never lied when it came to her commitments.
"Right. I will be there. And I'll see if there's more people wanting to help out too. Sounds like you really need the help."
"Oh my gosh, that would be AMAZING. If you could do that, you would be saving me a lot of work!" Abigail nodded to herself, holding her phone in between her ear and her shoulder as she wrote down a note to herself for more recruits while Kali continued on. After a few minutes of doing more arrangements, Abigail was off the phone and the apartment was silent again.
Sighing after drinking up the last of her tea, Abigail looked at the time and smiled. It was time for her to visit her lady friend, Mrs. Perkins. She was an elderly woman who lived a floor above her and was a good friend of Abigail for a few years now. Grabbing some shoes and her keys, Abigail got ready for the walk upstairs and headed out. Arriving at the apartment, Abigail picked up the bag of groceries that is left by the delivery man and opened the door to the cozy little apartment that smelled like soap and peppermint.
"Ah, time for dinner already, dearie?" Mrs. Perkins called out, hobbling over with the aid of her cane out of her room. "Seems so, Mrs. Perkins. What do you feel like eating today?" Abigail asked, setting down the groceries as she rolled up her sleeves.
"How about something warm? I can feel a storm coming on, my bones are beginning to ache and I feel a bit chilly." The salt-and-pepper haired lady requested, going over to the kitchen to help Abigail. Abigail hummed slightly, deep in thought as she went through her head anything that could fit the criteria. "We could always make lasagna, and have warm sandwiches while we wait for it to cook?" The old woman nodded in approval, and Abigail got to work.
The girl began to take out the ingredients needed for the lasagna and soon started to lay out the pasta, then the sauce and cheese and meat, all in that order a few times until the pan was filled to the top. Having cooked this recipe for Mrs. Perkins countless times in the past, she was used to all the motions of it. Mrs. Perkins spoke to her about her daily routine and the local gossip while Abigail cooked, with the girl listening attentively as she cooked.
"You know, my grandson wanted to thank you, Abigail." Mrs. Perkins commented at one point, as Abigail was putting the pan into the oven.
"Oh? What for? I haven't done anything." Abigail replied, closing the oven door carefully.
Mrs. Perkins chuckled softly, shaking her head slowly. The woman had her hair up in a tight bun, her glasses pushed up on the bridge of her nose, with the woman being seated in her rocking chair located in between the living room area and the kitchen area. Her wrinkled hands were in her lap, relaxed and resting. "He wanted to thank you for your kindness towards me. Of course, you know how busy he is with his business now, and he is very grateful that you have been helping me while he is away. I am very thankful too."
With a blush, Abigail laughed shyly as she took off the oven mitts, placing them on the counter. "It's no big deal. I have known you since forever, and you have helped me so much. I can only think of doing this as a way to return the favor." Sitting next to Mrs. Perkins now, Abigail smiled brightly. "Now, tell me more about Tyler! Is he doing okay?"
The evening went on with the two ladies conversing about random topics, while they ate dinner together and listened to classical music. Once it was beginning to turn dark, Mrs. Perkins yawned slightly. Abigail took this as a sign that it was time for her to go home. Walking Mrs. Perkins to her room and fetching her a glass of water for her medications, Abigail started to walk back to her apartment, when she heard thunder outside. Excitedly, she went down the stairs and out to the street, where she was greeted with a shower of rain. She smiled and spun around as she enjoyed the feeling of the rain droplets on her skin. It was refreshing to be in the rain again, and as much as she had enjoyed it, Abigail quickly went back into the building before she got too wet. Giggling to herself, she went up to her apartment once more, changing into comfier clothes before getting to her laptop to check in on her emails. She was hoping to find an email from a friend who was going to help her go on a trip to Europe, but nothing came up in her inbox.
Sighing a little, Abigail stretched out in her bed and watched the rain come down on the city. With the soft noise of the rain, she was soon lulled to sleep.
New York, NY
6:28 PM
Abigail was sitting by the windowsill of her apartment, with a cup of chamomile tea in her hands while one of her legs dangle, with her swinging it to and fro. In the safety of her small apartment, she watched as the skies overhead progressively turn darker. She never knew why, but she always liked looking at the sky in her free time. It always gave her a sense of calm in a strange, mysterious way. She figured that she just really appreciated what nature had to offer, which was perfectly suited for her as she practiced the religion of Shintoism, though not as often as she would like. That was one of the disadvantages of living in a country where there really isn't a set religion. It was great to practice whatever you wish as your religion, but Shintoism isn't very popular, unlike Christianity or Buddhism.
Hearing her phone go off, Abigail was taken away from her thoughts, soon checking over her phone. It was a call from her friend, who was asking if Abigail was still planning on going to the volunteer work for the next day.
"I will, I will. Don't worry." Abigail reassured her friend Kali, pacing around her apartment as she sipped from her cup of tea.
"Okay Abigail, I trust you. We really need help moving the boxes of clothes down at the orphanage. A lot of people brought stuff in this month!" Kali exclaimed, causing Abigail to smile at herself. Kali always seemed like a nervous wreck, but Abigail never lied when it came to her commitments.
"Right. I will be there. And I'll see if there's more people wanting to help out too. Sounds like you really need the help."
"Oh my gosh, that would be AMAZING. If you could do that, you would be saving me a lot of work!" Abigail nodded to herself, holding her phone in between her ear and her shoulder as she wrote down a note to herself for more recruits while Kali continued on. After a few minutes of doing more arrangements, Abigail was off the phone and the apartment was silent again.
Sighing after drinking up the last of her tea, Abigail looked at the time and smiled. It was time for her to visit her lady friend, Mrs. Perkins. She was an elderly woman who lived a floor above her and was a good friend of Abigail for a few years now. Grabbing some shoes and her keys, Abigail got ready for the walk upstairs and headed out. Arriving at the apartment, Abigail picked up the bag of groceries that is left by the delivery man and opened the door to the cozy little apartment that smelled like soap and peppermint.
"Ah, time for dinner already, dearie?" Mrs. Perkins called out, hobbling over with the aid of her cane out of her room. "Seems so, Mrs. Perkins. What do you feel like eating today?" Abigail asked, setting down the groceries as she rolled up her sleeves.
"How about something warm? I can feel a storm coming on, my bones are beginning to ache and I feel a bit chilly." The salt-and-pepper haired lady requested, going over to the kitchen to help Abigail. Abigail hummed slightly, deep in thought as she went through her head anything that could fit the criteria. "We could always make lasagna, and have warm sandwiches while we wait for it to cook?" The old woman nodded in approval, and Abigail got to work.
The girl began to take out the ingredients needed for the lasagna and soon started to lay out the pasta, then the sauce and cheese and meat, all in that order a few times until the pan was filled to the top. Having cooked this recipe for Mrs. Perkins countless times in the past, she was used to all the motions of it. Mrs. Perkins spoke to her about her daily routine and the local gossip while Abigail cooked, with the girl listening attentively as she cooked.
"You know, my grandson wanted to thank you, Abigail." Mrs. Perkins commented at one point, as Abigail was putting the pan into the oven.
"Oh? What for? I haven't done anything." Abigail replied, closing the oven door carefully.
Mrs. Perkins chuckled softly, shaking her head slowly. The woman had her hair up in a tight bun, her glasses pushed up on the bridge of her nose, with the woman being seated in her rocking chair located in between the living room area and the kitchen area. Her wrinkled hands were in her lap, relaxed and resting. "He wanted to thank you for your kindness towards me. Of course, you know how busy he is with his business now, and he is very grateful that you have been helping me while he is away. I am very thankful too."
With a blush, Abigail laughed shyly as she took off the oven mitts, placing them on the counter. "It's no big deal. I have known you since forever, and you have helped me so much. I can only think of doing this as a way to return the favor." Sitting next to Mrs. Perkins now, Abigail smiled brightly. "Now, tell me more about Tyler! Is he doing okay?"
The evening went on with the two ladies conversing about random topics, while they ate dinner together and listened to classical music. Once it was beginning to turn dark, Mrs. Perkins yawned slightly. Abigail took this as a sign that it was time for her to go home. Walking Mrs. Perkins to her room and fetching her a glass of water for her medications, Abigail started to walk back to her apartment, when she heard thunder outside. Excitedly, she went down the stairs and out to the street, where she was greeted with a shower of rain. She smiled and spun around as she enjoyed the feeling of the rain droplets on her skin. It was refreshing to be in the rain again, and as much as she had enjoyed it, Abigail quickly went back into the building before she got too wet. Giggling to herself, she went up to her apartment once more, changing into comfier clothes before getting to her laptop to check in on her emails. She was hoping to find an email from a friend who was going to help her go on a trip to Europe, but nothing came up in her inbox.
Sighing a little, Abigail stretched out in her bed and watched the rain come down on the city. With the soft noise of the rain, she was soon lulled to sleep.
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