TlalocIt so is!! Hilarious too! I'm looking forward to the second season, which comes out on Netflix and is probably available for illegal download or streaming on June 6th.
Haha, I don't have cable at my apartment either since during the school year there's no point because I never watch tv. I just pay for internet. My parents have cable though with like 100 bazillion channels and it overwhelms me so I usually don't watch much tv at home either x) It's a reality TV show lol, and they document all the illegal horse and buggy racing and other scandalous happenings within the Amish community.
Aw, I have to ask my mom now. I've probably asked her before but I can't remember. I know my brother's name is my dad's middle name and his middle name is my grandfather's first name. All my names are original, so.. :P Haha xD
Oh wow you've seen three? Nice! The one I saw was Quidam. They had a couple performances here in Raleigh and it was great! I've been curious about the movie, is it good? Lol, yeah I've read that pole dancing looks so effortless but it's actually really tough. One of my favorite parts of the performance was when these four dancers spun around on long cloth rope things from the ceiling. I'm sure there's a name for it haha. It was incredible, they twisted themselves up and then would let go suddenly and it took my breath away because every time it looked like they were just going to tumble all the way down to the stage, but of course they caught themselves just in time. It was super beautiful yo. The other part I loved is when they had volunteers from the audience come up and had them act out this romance/drama movie scene sequence. It was hilarious what they got them to do ahahaha. As for soccer lingo, I guess there's a lot, and of course there are some phrases that get used a ton, repeatedly. You have names for certain kinds of passing and plays, and then you have the lingo on the field which is short and sweet so we can communicate fast during the game. Stuff like, "line" or "down the line" if your teammate is doing a throw-in and you want her to throw it down the line. Or "mark up," which means find someone on the other team and cover them. "Drop" or like "back" if you're behind someone to let them know they can pass it back to you. These are common ones I can think of off the top of my head, but really these aren't hard and fast and probably each team communicates a little differently. Oh "clear" or "clear it" is another one, that's like "get the ball out of there!"
Hm, if we lived a hundred years ago, that would be about the time of the Roaring Twenties in America, so I'd be partying it up with the Great Gatsby and spending all my money on illegal booze in my flapper dress and short hair before the Great Depression took it all away x)
Cool, thanks! Hey would you care if I followed you on tumblr? I got one like a million years ago and only managed to put up a few posts before I got distracted and abandoned it lol x) I've been adding to it recently. Totally understand if you'd rather keep stuff separate, like really I will not take offense in the slightest. There's a selfie of me on there but I'm in shadow so you can't even see me.
Haha, the one upside is that at least I have entertaining stories to tell after work xD She and many other need to be smacked, I say. *Looks at you suspiciously* Hey, what's the drinking age in Canada again? Didn't you say it was like 14 or something ridiculous like that? Jk xD Was is 18? Haha, as if I care at all if those kids want to drink, I am certainly not one to judge lol. But come on, I mean come on. If you have your one 21 year old friend with you to by the drinks, don't all walk into the store together dumbasses. Just stay in the car Dx The managers keep track of who comes in after 9pm to watch for shoplifters, etc. and even if the rest of the kids leave the store first, we still can't sell it to the 21 year old because he/she technically walked in with underage people. It's so strict. One cashier at the store already lost his job because a cop, who just happened to be shopping there, watched him not ID someone. Just one person and poof you're looking for a new job Dx Heh, I do always like when some attractive 30ish year old woman with alcohol comes through my line and I ask for her ID and she's all, "well aren't you the sweetest thing!!" :D And I'm like yesss, score. xD
It sucks doesn't it?? xO Then I think, wow isn't it actually pretty self-centered of me to think that their attention is really directed at me or what they said is as personal as I interpreted it? But that revelation doesn't really make me feel better lol x) And awww who would do that to you?? Come on, no one would x) ..Or wait, has that happened??
Hm, if you already have your Catwoman suit, who should I be? I'll be the Black Widow, since I recently saw Captain America 2 x) It was not bad btw.
I guess it's kind of hard to get past surface stuff on here, idk, I've never talked this in depth with someone else on here. How did we manage it haha? I'm curious to go back and skim over our first few ooc posts to see how it progressed.
EDIT: So I went and took a peek the firs few posts and saw that I talked about my roommate, like first thing haha xD Because you know, you're Canadian too so you guys must know each other :P Anyways I forgot to mention that I had a really great time with her! She was lamenting about unbearably cold winters in Canada and eventually not feeling cold anymore because her skin would go numb lol. Also slipping on ice. But she said it's absolutely gorgeous now. She loves Montreal and loves speaking French all the time. She talked about the election there and student protests and said that Quebec is like the red-headed step child of Canada, is that true??
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Mila flexed her fingers tightly around Lisette’s throat, glaring intensely at her, but inwardly relishing the look of surprise on the other vampire’s face after she’d reversed their positions. Her strength was waning and she wasn’t any match for the younger woman at the moment, but the unexpected maneuver had still worked and she planned to milk it for all it was worth. Ever since she had first met Booker and Lisette, Mila had sensed that other female vampire was watchful of her, and she had always presumed that it was out of jealousy or distrust. But now, as she stared into the dark eyes that gazed teasingly back at her, she saw the gleam of desire and possessiveness. The lustful look had been there a lot longer than just that night, but Mila had intentionally ignored it for a long time, knowing it would be all too easy for her to slip over the edge and into Lisette’s toxic embrace. It would be a lie to say that the temptation wasn’t there. But if Charlie brought out her human sentiment, then Lisette brought out everything about herself that she hated – her monstrousness, her impulse to deceive, hurt, manipulate. She knew that Lisette would love nothing more than to see her sink down to these desires.
The thought made Mila growled aggressively again in her ear, “Don’t you dare toy with me. I don’t think you understand how unevenly matched we are.” She let her feel the sting of her nails as she pressed them into her dark skin.
“You really know how to treat a girl, don’t you, lovie. Tell me, is this the type of charm you used on Charlie?”
Mila flinched at that, suddenly recalling the vivid memory of pinning Charlie down on the sofa. Straddling her waist. Eliciting moans with just a few easy touches. She had used her talents to play Charlie, the same way she’d played Lisette just now. The similarities made her feel sick.
“I know what you’re doing,” she replied, working to keep her voice even, but the angry, tightening grip of her hands gave her away. “It’s none of your concern. You have nothing to do with us. Or with me. Now tell me where they are before I break your neck.”
“And miss this lovely chance with you? I don’t think so. Besides, you’re too weak to do anything to me.”
Mila sneered dismissively, but even as she tried to smirk at her, she could feel Lisette’s strong hands slowly peel her fingers from around her throat. Her smirk faltered as her hands came away unwillingly. She was not used to having her strength bested by someone else. Lisette’s hands were on her now, a mocking expression on her face as she shoved her backward and made her stumble to maintain her balance. Her lingering grip on Mila’s shoulders kept her stable and firmly in place.
“That’s better..”
Mila immediately had the urge to knock Lisette’s hands away, but she couldn’t endure the thought of amusing the other vampire any further by making an unsuccessful attempt. She needed to avoid any direct challenges of strength anyway, at least until she had a chance to feed. Even if resorting to manipulation was, in a way, giving in to everything she despised about Lisette, it was the only way to get herself out of this. And not by pulling anymore quick stunts either. Lisette was decidedly not human, so playing on her desires would take a little more finesse. She had to make Lisette think that she was slowly giving in to younger vampire, and she had to do it convincingly…
“I really don’t think you want to know where he took her anyways.” As if she knew Mila wouldn’t push her away, Lisette began playing with her hair like she was some sort of pet. Mila clenched her jaw and stared past her, ignoring the pleasant tug and tickle against her scalp and the amusement on Lisette’s face. The hand on her shoulder was stroking her skin soothingly, as if to further subdue her.
“You know how Bookie is, he likes his toys. I bet your precious Charlie would be a perfect fit in his collection.”
“You both underestimate her. She won’t be seduced by his tricks…just like I won’t be by yours,” Mila added when Lisette winked. She looked directly at her again with cold, dark eyes and raised her chin. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Her voice became soft and cruel. “Don’t you think I could have had you by now, if I’d wanted? You were still so impulsive when I met you and Booker. Just like a fledgling. You’re still impulsive now, aren’t you. Pathetic. ”
She would have liked to turn away from her then, but as much as she hated to admit it, Lisette’s grip was too strong. And she was loathe to have to ask to be released. Instead, she kept trying to bait her.
“As for his junkies..” But she hesitated as an image of Charlie, weak and wasted like Bookers pets, flashed through her mind, gripping her suddenly. “I’ll…I’ll get to her before they can-..”
“But enough of that talk, it’s just so dismal! Let’s go get you something real to eat and then we can... chat.”
Mila wasn’t looking at her when Lisette spoke, her mind was still reeling over the thought of getting to Charlie too late only to find her kneeling submissively at Booker’s feet like all the others, his pretty new plaything, like Lisette had said. Mila’s eyes were frozen and distant as she pictured it. “…Something real to eat…” she repeated faintly, refocusing her gaze on Lisette. She had to get out of her power as soon as possible. The only way to do it was to pretend to let go of her pride and convince the other vampire that she was finally coming around. Then she would turn the tables for good.
“Fine,” Mila said softly, glaring coolly at her. “We’ll eat first.” She waited. She looked pointedly at the iron grip on her shoulder and back at Lisette. Finally, with gritted teeth she said, “Will you let go of me.” She pressed her tongue to her cheek and looked past her, suppressing the instinct to just shove her away. “Please.”
The defiant look on her face was mouth watering. And so different from the pathetic, hungry looks that the others gave him. Or the adoring eyes of his prey out on the streets or in the clubs. And yet, behind her steely glare, he could see a flicker of uncertainty. He could see that she wasn’t entirely convinced that she didn’t want to give herself over to the pleasure of the bite. Still, she looked at him with contempt. It drove him wild with desire.
“I’m not anyone’s pet... you can’t have me.”
“Not even just a little taste~?” he teased, dropping his voice to a sweet, simpering murmur. He loosened his grip her hair and lazily stroked her scalp in slow, circular motions.
“You’re sick, this is sick, I want to go back home.”
To his great surprise and amusement, Charlie stood up from the couch suddenly, bringing them even closer together. His hand slid down to cup her cheek as she glared up at him.
“Your face is warm. Do I have that effect on you?” he asked, his voice was low and husky. His teeth had become sharp as soon as she’d stood up and now they showed a little through his parted lips.
”Let me go now”
“I’ll take you somewhere better, love,” he cooed, bending slightly to kiss her other cheek and then her neck, slowly and sensuously, as if he wanted to make this last. “Before I do, I want you to tell me how much you-..ouf!”
Booker stumbled back a step or two as Charlie shoved him, completely shocked by her bold move. She was already scrambling to get to the door by the time he registered that she actually pushed him away. For a split second, he felt a flash of anger and was about to pounce on her…but the look of shock on the faces around the room made him pause. Then his face broke into a smirk.
“Can you believe that?” he said, glancing at the door as Charlie disappeared into the street. “Right in the heat of it. Am I losing my touch?” No one answered him. A few of them looked away. The blonde woman was looking at him intensely though, almost as if she knew what he was going to say next.
“Honestly, it’s too impressive for me to feel angry about.” Booker’s eyes flickered to the woman and she began trembling with anticipation. He winked at her. “But I’m guessing you all aren’t too happy about it, huh. No one gets anything if I don’t have first.” There was a collective groan and agitated shuffling. Booker looked around as if sizing them up.
“First one to catch her goes next.”
Like a pack of wretched dogs, the wasted bodies in the room sprang to life, as if yanked by invisible strings. Most of the stumbled and tripped over themselves haphazardly to get to the door, cursing and shoving each other to be first. Well ahead of the rest was the blonde woman. She was already out the door and running after Charlie as if her life depended on it. The promise of another fix gave her unnatural energy and before long, she had caught up to the girl.
“You’re mine,” she spat, panting heavily as she reached for her arm. Her fingers touched her hair, but she couldn’t quite get close enough to get a hold on her. Finally she lunged and caught Charlie around the middle, sending them both crashing into the pavement. She wrestled wildly to try to pin her down, scratching and pulling at whatever hold she could get. Two other managed to catch up to them and she barked at them to help her.
“Hold her down! Get her arms!”
They had her by each arm now, hoisting her up off the ground and onto her knees.
“I got you, I got you,” the woman sang gleefully, rubbing her hands together.
“We got her,” one of the others said slowly. He was in a daze but something in his tone suggested that he was still aware enough to know he wasn’t about to be cheated out of his fair share. The woman glared at him and then the other and finally her gaze settled on Charlie.
“Shut up,” she snarled to all three of them. “It used to be only me, you know. I had him all to myself. And then he brought more, and more, and now he’s got you, hasn’t he.” Her voice broke and she looked like she might sob. “And you’re so pretty.” She rubbed her eyes sadly. Then she delivered a swift kick to Charlie’s stomach. “Beautiful.” She kicked her again. “Young. Don’t let her squirm away!” A third kick. “How about instead of bringing you back, we just kill you. And then instead of you’re next, it will be you’re first!.”
She was just about to kick her again when a hand caught her by the arm and tossed her aside. The other two dropped the girl to the ground and shied away as Booker bent over her.
“Look what you’ve done to her,” he said. He was angry, but his voice was cold. “Is she breathing? …Yes.” He looked at the blonde woman who still lay in a heap on the ground. “Lucky for you.”
Booker carefully collected Charlie into his arms and carried her back to the house. “Who could have guessed they would do something like that to you?” he whispered with feigned innocence, not entirely sure his words were falling on unconscious ears or not.
He reached the house and carried her up a flimsy looking set of stairs to the second level. He brought her to one of the bedrooms and lay her down on a bed with white sheets. The sun was already up and a pinkish light shone through the dusty window. “Can you hear me, Charlie?” Booker asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
The thought made Mila growled aggressively again in her ear, “Don’t you dare toy with me. I don’t think you understand how unevenly matched we are.” She let her feel the sting of her nails as she pressed them into her dark skin.
“You really know how to treat a girl, don’t you, lovie. Tell me, is this the type of charm you used on Charlie?”
Mila flinched at that, suddenly recalling the vivid memory of pinning Charlie down on the sofa. Straddling her waist. Eliciting moans with just a few easy touches. She had used her talents to play Charlie, the same way she’d played Lisette just now. The similarities made her feel sick.
“I know what you’re doing,” she replied, working to keep her voice even, but the angry, tightening grip of her hands gave her away. “It’s none of your concern. You have nothing to do with us. Or with me. Now tell me where they are before I break your neck.”
“And miss this lovely chance with you? I don’t think so. Besides, you’re too weak to do anything to me.”
Mila sneered dismissively, but even as she tried to smirk at her, she could feel Lisette’s strong hands slowly peel her fingers from around her throat. Her smirk faltered as her hands came away unwillingly. She was not used to having her strength bested by someone else. Lisette’s hands were on her now, a mocking expression on her face as she shoved her backward and made her stumble to maintain her balance. Her lingering grip on Mila’s shoulders kept her stable and firmly in place.
“That’s better..”
Mila immediately had the urge to knock Lisette’s hands away, but she couldn’t endure the thought of amusing the other vampire any further by making an unsuccessful attempt. She needed to avoid any direct challenges of strength anyway, at least until she had a chance to feed. Even if resorting to manipulation was, in a way, giving in to everything she despised about Lisette, it was the only way to get herself out of this. And not by pulling anymore quick stunts either. Lisette was decidedly not human, so playing on her desires would take a little more finesse. She had to make Lisette think that she was slowly giving in to younger vampire, and she had to do it convincingly…
“I really don’t think you want to know where he took her anyways.” As if she knew Mila wouldn’t push her away, Lisette began playing with her hair like she was some sort of pet. Mila clenched her jaw and stared past her, ignoring the pleasant tug and tickle against her scalp and the amusement on Lisette’s face. The hand on her shoulder was stroking her skin soothingly, as if to further subdue her.
“You know how Bookie is, he likes his toys. I bet your precious Charlie would be a perfect fit in his collection.”
“You both underestimate her. She won’t be seduced by his tricks…just like I won’t be by yours,” Mila added when Lisette winked. She looked directly at her again with cold, dark eyes and raised her chin. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Her voice became soft and cruel. “Don’t you think I could have had you by now, if I’d wanted? You were still so impulsive when I met you and Booker. Just like a fledgling. You’re still impulsive now, aren’t you. Pathetic. ”
She would have liked to turn away from her then, but as much as she hated to admit it, Lisette’s grip was too strong. And she was loathe to have to ask to be released. Instead, she kept trying to bait her.
“As for his junkies..” But she hesitated as an image of Charlie, weak and wasted like Bookers pets, flashed through her mind, gripping her suddenly. “I’ll…I’ll get to her before they can-..”
“But enough of that talk, it’s just so dismal! Let’s go get you something real to eat and then we can... chat.”
Mila wasn’t looking at her when Lisette spoke, her mind was still reeling over the thought of getting to Charlie too late only to find her kneeling submissively at Booker’s feet like all the others, his pretty new plaything, like Lisette had said. Mila’s eyes were frozen and distant as she pictured it. “…Something real to eat…” she repeated faintly, refocusing her gaze on Lisette. She had to get out of her power as soon as possible. The only way to do it was to pretend to let go of her pride and convince the other vampire that she was finally coming around. Then she would turn the tables for good.
“Fine,” Mila said softly, glaring coolly at her. “We’ll eat first.” She waited. She looked pointedly at the iron grip on her shoulder and back at Lisette. Finally, with gritted teeth she said, “Will you let go of me.” She pressed her tongue to her cheek and looked past her, suppressing the instinct to just shove her away. “Please.”
The defiant look on her face was mouth watering. And so different from the pathetic, hungry looks that the others gave him. Or the adoring eyes of his prey out on the streets or in the clubs. And yet, behind her steely glare, he could see a flicker of uncertainty. He could see that she wasn’t entirely convinced that she didn’t want to give herself over to the pleasure of the bite. Still, she looked at him with contempt. It drove him wild with desire.
“I’m not anyone’s pet... you can’t have me.”
“Not even just a little taste~?” he teased, dropping his voice to a sweet, simpering murmur. He loosened his grip her hair and lazily stroked her scalp in slow, circular motions.
“You’re sick, this is sick, I want to go back home.”
To his great surprise and amusement, Charlie stood up from the couch suddenly, bringing them even closer together. His hand slid down to cup her cheek as she glared up at him.
“Your face is warm. Do I have that effect on you?” he asked, his voice was low and husky. His teeth had become sharp as soon as she’d stood up and now they showed a little through his parted lips.
”Let me go now”
“I’ll take you somewhere better, love,” he cooed, bending slightly to kiss her other cheek and then her neck, slowly and sensuously, as if he wanted to make this last. “Before I do, I want you to tell me how much you-..ouf!”
Booker stumbled back a step or two as Charlie shoved him, completely shocked by her bold move. She was already scrambling to get to the door by the time he registered that she actually pushed him away. For a split second, he felt a flash of anger and was about to pounce on her…but the look of shock on the faces around the room made him pause. Then his face broke into a smirk.
“Can you believe that?” he said, glancing at the door as Charlie disappeared into the street. “Right in the heat of it. Am I losing my touch?” No one answered him. A few of them looked away. The blonde woman was looking at him intensely though, almost as if she knew what he was going to say next.
“Honestly, it’s too impressive for me to feel angry about.” Booker’s eyes flickered to the woman and she began trembling with anticipation. He winked at her. “But I’m guessing you all aren’t too happy about it, huh. No one gets anything if I don’t have first.” There was a collective groan and agitated shuffling. Booker looked around as if sizing them up.
“First one to catch her goes next.”
Like a pack of wretched dogs, the wasted bodies in the room sprang to life, as if yanked by invisible strings. Most of the stumbled and tripped over themselves haphazardly to get to the door, cursing and shoving each other to be first. Well ahead of the rest was the blonde woman. She was already out the door and running after Charlie as if her life depended on it. The promise of another fix gave her unnatural energy and before long, she had caught up to the girl.
“You’re mine,” she spat, panting heavily as she reached for her arm. Her fingers touched her hair, but she couldn’t quite get close enough to get a hold on her. Finally she lunged and caught Charlie around the middle, sending them both crashing into the pavement. She wrestled wildly to try to pin her down, scratching and pulling at whatever hold she could get. Two other managed to catch up to them and she barked at them to help her.
“Hold her down! Get her arms!”
They had her by each arm now, hoisting her up off the ground and onto her knees.
“I got you, I got you,” the woman sang gleefully, rubbing her hands together.
“We got her,” one of the others said slowly. He was in a daze but something in his tone suggested that he was still aware enough to know he wasn’t about to be cheated out of his fair share. The woman glared at him and then the other and finally her gaze settled on Charlie.
“Shut up,” she snarled to all three of them. “It used to be only me, you know. I had him all to myself. And then he brought more, and more, and now he’s got you, hasn’t he.” Her voice broke and she looked like she might sob. “And you’re so pretty.” She rubbed her eyes sadly. Then she delivered a swift kick to Charlie’s stomach. “Beautiful.” She kicked her again. “Young. Don’t let her squirm away!” A third kick. “How about instead of bringing you back, we just kill you. And then instead of you’re next, it will be you’re first!.”
She was just about to kick her again when a hand caught her by the arm and tossed her aside. The other two dropped the girl to the ground and shied away as Booker bent over her.
“Look what you’ve done to her,” he said. He was angry, but his voice was cold. “Is she breathing? …Yes.” He looked at the blonde woman who still lay in a heap on the ground. “Lucky for you.”
Booker carefully collected Charlie into his arms and carried her back to the house. “Who could have guessed they would do something like that to you?” he whispered with feigned innocence, not entirely sure his words were falling on unconscious ears or not.
He reached the house and carried her up a flimsy looking set of stairs to the second level. He brought her to one of the bedrooms and lay her down on a bed with white sheets. The sun was already up and a pinkish light shone through the dusty window. “Can you hear me, Charlie?” Booker asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Addicted to Orange is the New Black?? Mwahaha!! >D Mission accomplished ;}
Oh oh gotcha xD Speaking of Amish and reality tv shows, have you ever heard of the show Amish Mafia? Haha, I watched it once at my parents house and it was pretty interesting x) A very unexpected combination.
Isn't that name just adorable? It fits him perfectly x) Ooh I love both Emory Jack and Erma Grace! Beautiful names. I wonder if our parents sat around when they were teens/young adults and thought about what they wanted to name their kids? x)
Woah, so like, when you watch Black Swan you'll actually be able to name all the moves they're doing and stuff! Are those positions basically second nature to you now? Put their foot behind their heads huh, man that is impressive. Reminds me of a Cirque du Soleil performance I saw last year where these three Russian female gymnasts did absolutely insane contortions with their body and you're right, beautiful and maybe eerie/unsettling is how I'd describe it! But awesome. So is your goal to put your foot behind your head one day? x) Ok so fullback is just a position on the field, there are usually three and their main job is to defend the goal. Dead ball just means the ball is no longer in play. Wall-pass is kind of weird I guess, no walls of any kind involved - it would be if I had the ball and then passed it to a team member to avoid a challenge by the opposing team and then she quickly passed it back to me again. So it's a quick one-two pass.
Nah, of course I don't think you're a freak, kiddo! Heh, I also don't think of you as a kid either, I forget to since your writing is so good x)
Ah, man, that would upset me too :/ Not the best way to word that I guess, even though of course she cares about you. I think...just think of it like this great talent that you have that not everyone is as good at - listening and understanding I mean. It's not easy to be the one that everyone comes to share their emotions with and even if they're careless about showing it, you can be sure that they are grateful to have you there for them. I don't know if this is too forward of me, but if you are ever feeling like you just need to get something out to someone and there's no one responding to you, you can feel free to message my Kik account, username: L_Christine. I just mean as like a lifeline sort of thing, rather than a casual chat thing, like if there comes a moment when you need something more immediate than a day or two long ooc post. If you never end up using it, it's cool, just thought I'd toss it out there x) No profile picture or any of my real life info on there, just so you know. I mean, you seem like someone who can keep it together long enough to vent some other way, but you know, just like, if there's ever a time when you want a quick response or an ear to talk to or something idk.
Aw man, that sucks! I would absolutely die outside if I couldn't wear shorts these days, it is unbelievably hot and humid during the day xO Speaking of violence always being the answer, I felt extremely violent to several customers today who were being more idiotic than usual x( I had the dreaded 3pm to 11pm and I have it AGAIN tomorrow night. Shoot me. This one woman freaked out because her pizza had defrosted by the time she got to check out and she acted like it was CLEARLY my fault somehow. We also had three teenagers try to buy alcohol with either fake ids or for their underage friends. Making my life harder, those little brats. And then this one guy lingered in the store forever and I had to make the "attention shoppers the store is fucking closed" announcement twice before my manager finally had to go over and tell him to go check out. Gahaahahjdksfhljsda. I hate people.
Heh, yeah over thinking is one of my talents too Dx Sometimes I think if I were just a little less "in-tune" to other peoples motives, maybe things would be easier.. Let it all pass under the radar instead of in my face.
Hey, it's ok to admit that it puts stress on you too to have someone you love feel sad/want to hurt themselves. And you're even conscious of not putting yourself at the center of it but wanting to put her first instead. That is so mature, I can't even.. More people should be like you. More grocery shoppers to be specific. Lol jk, but seriously don't be hard on yourself for feeling sad on her behalf, it's a beautiful thing.
Ha! Thanks! xD I think primal instinct is a great way to describe it. And I think I gravitate toward people who are little willing to bend to my will to some extent, rather than other alpha types. But here's so many things that I'm really less self confident in than I pretend to be outwardly, sexuality being one of them. I don't know, maybe some of that come with age/maturity whatever. Speaking of flirting and leading people on, I really despise being accused of "flirting" when I have to be polite to some dude at the register and he just shamelessly flirts with me and all other female employees D< Grrrrr. I am NOT one of those girls who's all "I hate when guys flirt" but really they're just bragging about getting attention. I would gladly do without it, those perverts. I have to stop before I sound too bitter. There really are so many sweet customers and the "regulars" who make the day go by faster x) There's one woman with the same name as me who always says hi to me even when she doesn't come through my line, she's so sweet. Anyways, yes, you will be my evil sidekick and together we will destroy self-entitled pricks and obnoxious grocery shoppers across the US and Canada. Oh wait, that wouldn't be evil since we'd be doing everyone a favor. Hmm, we'll have to think of more nefarious schemes...
Yeah look at us, putting all our conscious and unconscious fears/desires into the RP. We are PROS.
Thank you! I love making my characters' motives realistic too. Ooo, I love your background on Lisette, it's very fitting. I had not anticipated her fascination with Mila until it emerged in the RP and it's just so natural and intriguing, I love it. Jealousy mixed with some sort of attraction is enough to make someone like her extremely possessive, especially since she also craves power/dominance. You've spoiled me, just so you know, as far as finding RP partners in the future who put all this thought and effort into their characters. Totally spoiled. I'll judge everyone to your standard without a second thought. You said earlier that Lisette is harder to write for, but her responses are always great. So are Charlie's. I especially like that you don't make her a push over and that she fights for some kind of control of the situation even when everything is stacked against her.
Oh oh gotcha xD Speaking of Amish and reality tv shows, have you ever heard of the show Amish Mafia? Haha, I watched it once at my parents house and it was pretty interesting x) A very unexpected combination.
Isn't that name just adorable? It fits him perfectly x) Ooh I love both Emory Jack and Erma Grace! Beautiful names. I wonder if our parents sat around when they were teens/young adults and thought about what they wanted to name their kids? x)
Woah, so like, when you watch Black Swan you'll actually be able to name all the moves they're doing and stuff! Are those positions basically second nature to you now? Put their foot behind their heads huh, man that is impressive. Reminds me of a Cirque du Soleil performance I saw last year where these three Russian female gymnasts did absolutely insane contortions with their body and you're right, beautiful and maybe eerie/unsettling is how I'd describe it! But awesome. So is your goal to put your foot behind your head one day? x) Ok so fullback is just a position on the field, there are usually three and their main job is to defend the goal. Dead ball just means the ball is no longer in play. Wall-pass is kind of weird I guess, no walls of any kind involved - it would be if I had the ball and then passed it to a team member to avoid a challenge by the opposing team and then she quickly passed it back to me again. So it's a quick one-two pass.
Nah, of course I don't think you're a freak, kiddo! Heh, I also don't think of you as a kid either, I forget to since your writing is so good x)
Ah, man, that would upset me too :/ Not the best way to word that I guess, even though of course she cares about you. I think...just think of it like this great talent that you have that not everyone is as good at - listening and understanding I mean. It's not easy to be the one that everyone comes to share their emotions with and even if they're careless about showing it, you can be sure that they are grateful to have you there for them. I don't know if this is too forward of me, but if you are ever feeling like you just need to get something out to someone and there's no one responding to you, you can feel free to message my Kik account, username: L_Christine. I just mean as like a lifeline sort of thing, rather than a casual chat thing, like if there comes a moment when you need something more immediate than a day or two long ooc post. If you never end up using it, it's cool, just thought I'd toss it out there x) No profile picture or any of my real life info on there, just so you know. I mean, you seem like someone who can keep it together long enough to vent some other way, but you know, just like, if there's ever a time when you want a quick response or an ear to talk to or something idk.
Aw man, that sucks! I would absolutely die outside if I couldn't wear shorts these days, it is unbelievably hot and humid during the day xO Speaking of violence always being the answer, I felt extremely violent to several customers today who were being more idiotic than usual x( I had the dreaded 3pm to 11pm and I have it AGAIN tomorrow night. Shoot me. This one woman freaked out because her pizza had defrosted by the time she got to check out and she acted like it was CLEARLY my fault somehow. We also had three teenagers try to buy alcohol with either fake ids or for their underage friends. Making my life harder, those little brats. And then this one guy lingered in the store forever and I had to make the "attention shoppers the store is fucking closed" announcement twice before my manager finally had to go over and tell him to go check out. Gahaahahjdksfhljsda. I hate people.
Heh, yeah over thinking is one of my talents too Dx Sometimes I think if I were just a little less "in-tune" to other peoples motives, maybe things would be easier.. Let it all pass under the radar instead of in my face.
Hey, it's ok to admit that it puts stress on you too to have someone you love feel sad/want to hurt themselves. And you're even conscious of not putting yourself at the center of it but wanting to put her first instead. That is so mature, I can't even.. More people should be like you. More grocery shoppers to be specific. Lol jk, but seriously don't be hard on yourself for feeling sad on her behalf, it's a beautiful thing.
Ha! Thanks! xD I think primal instinct is a great way to describe it. And I think I gravitate toward people who are little willing to bend to my will to some extent, rather than other alpha types. But here's so many things that I'm really less self confident in than I pretend to be outwardly, sexuality being one of them. I don't know, maybe some of that come with age/maturity whatever. Speaking of flirting and leading people on, I really despise being accused of "flirting" when I have to be polite to some dude at the register and he just shamelessly flirts with me and all other female employees D< Grrrrr. I am NOT one of those girls who's all "I hate when guys flirt" but really they're just bragging about getting attention. I would gladly do without it, those perverts. I have to stop before I sound too bitter. There really are so many sweet customers and the "regulars" who make the day go by faster x) There's one woman with the same name as me who always says hi to me even when she doesn't come through my line, she's so sweet. Anyways, yes, you will be my evil sidekick and together we will destroy self-entitled pricks and obnoxious grocery shoppers across the US and Canada. Oh wait, that wouldn't be evil since we'd be doing everyone a favor. Hmm, we'll have to think of more nefarious schemes...
Yeah look at us, putting all our conscious and unconscious fears/desires into the RP. We are PROS.
Thank you! I love making my characters' motives realistic too. Ooo, I love your background on Lisette, it's very fitting. I had not anticipated her fascination with Mila until it emerged in the RP and it's just so natural and intriguing, I love it. Jealousy mixed with some sort of attraction is enough to make someone like her extremely possessive, especially since she also craves power/dominance. You've spoiled me, just so you know, as far as finding RP partners in the future who put all this thought and effort into their characters. Totally spoiled. I'll judge everyone to your standard without a second thought. You said earlier that Lisette is harder to write for, but her responses are always great. So are Charlie's. I especially like that you don't make her a push over and that she fights for some kind of control of the situation even when everything is stacked against her.
Yeah wow, I can only imagine how much pressure there is at that level and how it could become a slippery slope as far as body image issues :/ The perfect ballet body. Makes me think of Black Swan. That, and toes and feet being in pain makes me think of that movie.
Oh, Amish and Mormons are super different! Mormons live just like we do, just minus the beer and diet coke haha. They come in all varieties really, whereas Amish all live a single certain way, with no electricity or much interaction with the outside world beyond what is absolutely necessary. Fundamentalist Mormons, especially the ones they show on reality tv shows, look more “Amish-ish” heh x) With old fashioned dress and stuff.
Ketch, huh. That is pretty unique…and quite ketch-y… *is shot* xD Oh man, you could make endless puns. But I actually really like unique names! Someone named Faust sounds like he will be important. I like Julian, and Remy, idk if those are that uncommon though. Remy is the name of the adorable little boy I babysat for a weekend, who would run and jump in my bed at night x) The most unusual name in my family is Hiram, pronounced HI-rem. It’s a very Mormon name, my dad says. I like it.
Heh, I don’t know what any of those words mean! x) Well I’ve heard “pirouette,” but I’m guessing that my definition, which is “to twirl around or something,” is a little less technical than yours lol. Ah man, splits are not impressive? I was gonna be like, hey, hey, I can do the splits too! Well…I pretty much can, close enough haha xD And it’s easier with my right leg in front of me. You probably have a name for that. Hm, yeah there might be some soccer lingo that’s unfamiliar to you. Fullback, dead ball, wall-pass. I think most are pretty self-explanatory though, but maybe that’s just because I know it. Yours sound more elegant x) What do they mean btw, I’m curious.
Aww, that is really sweet of you to say! You look up to me? I don’t know what to say, I have a huge, stupid smile on my face haha xD I’ve always wanted to have a little sister to boss around and give unsolicited advice to <3 But seriously, that really means a lot to me. I had a little heart flutter when I read that, lol.
And that doesn’t sound weird to me, I know exactly what you mean. I genuinely like listening to other people’s problems and trying understand their perspectives and feelings. I easily take on the role of counselor and I enjoy doing it. But sometimes, like you I’m guessing, when I’m the one who needs to vent, it seems like I find out that most people don’t really care to listen the same way I do, and I become a little bit disillusioned/disappointed with them. I also think that I don’t put nearly as much effort in expressing my own problems as I do in listening to other peoples’. I don’t really want everyone to know everything about me anyway, just a special few, once I feel can trust them. It’s ok to only have a few close friends. Better than having ten shallow ones. American culture, and I guess Western culture in general, champions the goddam extrovert xD I put on the extrovert mask easily at work and at school, but it wears me out after a while and I have to go be alone and daydream to recharge. Having really good conversations is also energizing. It makes me really grateful to have Simon, my old roommate and you around. I just need to remember this when I get into a lonely mood..
It was for a Zombie Fest being held in the town where me parents live! A town Halloween festival thing. So they had stuff like jello brain eating contests and carnival style games, a haunted house, a Michael Jackson’s Thriller performance, and of course the costume contest! This was right when the Walking Dead was super popular, so people really got into it x)
Girls can’t wear shorts because it’s “distracting for male students”?? What kind of sexist bullshit is that?? I can’t believe how poorly worded that is. It’s like saying, we can’t let the girls get in the way of our male students being successful. Or that, if a guy harasses or ogles a girl, it’s her fault, instead of his lack of control. I’m sure that’s not what the school meant when they said that, but honestly someone should have looked at that more carefully. I mean, I can understand having a “must be past the fingertips rule” on shorts and skirts, and you’re right, there should also be a rule for guys about sagging pants.
I can’t imagine anyone I’d consider a friend even at a basic level making plans with someone else right in front of me, unless they’re freaking siblings, or childhood friends or something special like that. I hope I’ve never done anything like that. I can remember feeling out of the loop sometimes in high school, so I know how you feel. It’s like, why does there have to be a popularity contest within your groups of friends?? Do you think they could be wanting you to invite yourself? You shouldn’t have to though, it’s common curtsey for crying out loud to either invite everyone or make your plans in private. That’s so rude of them. Screw them, you should make some better plans. Sorry, they’re your friends so I shouldn’t say that xD It makes me mad for them to hurt you like that though.
It feels really good for you to say that you’ll be here to listen, so I shouldn’t feel alone. I honestly feel really lucky to have randomly met you on this site. The same goes for me btw, I’ll listen to whatever you need to get out. And I say, don’t stress out too much about the future, or think that you’ve screwed up just because you haven’t followed some specific, textbook path. No matter what you do, there will always be someone who will tell you that you’re not good enough or look down on you because you don’t fit their standards, and it’s a pain to have to tune them out sometimes. I’m sure you already know that and it still probably still won’t stop you from feeling anxious about the future, but that’s ok to do every once in a while and totally natural. People who aren’t at least a little anxious about the future are the ones in trouble. Just keep doing stuff you like, do it as well as you can, and surround yourself with people that actually appreciate you. That last one is so important because you unconsciously start view yourself in the same way that the people around you view you. So ditch the assholes and look for the good ones, because it has a huge effect on you. I think that can be hard to do, especially in school where you feel stuck in your clique and there aren’t a lot of decent options anyway. Well, I know that you’re smart, understanding, and ambitious, and of course there must be a bunch of other people in your life who see that too. You’re gonna be more than ok.
Wow, I can only imagine how difficult that must be to have on your mind :( I’ve never dealt with having a suicidal friend. What you said you wished you could scream at her, that was really beautiful. And wonderfully worded too. I kept rereading it. I hate that you have to deal with something makes you so sad like this. She’s really lucky to have you. I bet you can feel what other people feel without even trying, can’t you. And on top of that, you have your own feelings added in. That’s a lot to feel at once, and it’s such a rare quality to have. Don’t feel selfish. Clearly you’re dealing with this in a way more mature, unselfish way than your older cousin ever could.
How does Booker fit in for me? Uh oh, ok, please don’t think I’m a psycho haha xD Not that every character I write has to be all about me (as self-absorbed as I am lol) but, I think Booker is sort of like a concentrated version of some of the things about my personality/desires that scares me. Like if I had absolutely no filter as far as wanting to dominate and control and manipulate people to do what I want them to do. Maybe a little bit of that has been good for me because it makes me competitive and pushes me to be one of the best in my design classes. It gives people the impression that I’m more confident than I really am. It gets channeled into motivation for good stuff. I’m certainly not saying that if my moral filter were gone, I would be magically be charming enough to manipulate anyone I wanted…but I think I do already use some of my intuitive understanding of people – their motives, what they want, how they like to be flattered, what makes them feel guilty, how to get them to do a favor for me, especially at work – and I abuse it sometimes. Not being ugly helps make it easier (just to show you how completely vain I am also). I have a horrible impulse to play mind games with people to see if I can get them to like me as more than a friend or to feel guilty in a way that favors me.
This sounds so evil. My brother would readily agree that I’m “evil” hahaha xD But I’m not, I’m a pretty laid back, understanding person. So why should I have a secret urge to dominate and manipulate? …I hope I don’t scare you away. It’s ok if you stopped looking up to me x) The girl I mentioned before – the one who would tease me in awful, amazing ways until I became obsessed with her – she showed me what it’s like to be on the opposite end of this and it sucks.
Ironically, having someone who I really admire start to like me and then later on become disinterested or disappointed in me – that is like my worst nightmare. Which is basically the dynamic between Charlie and Mila at the moment, haha. And Mila is used to being the one to leave/drop people, not the other way around. It’s just another reason why this RP is so interesting to me.
So the difference between Booker and Mila is that although they both have the compulsive desire to dominate and manipulate people, only Mila is capable of feeling guilty about it and wanting to suppress it. Booker just thinks its kind of fun to see how much he can make someone love/obsess over him. They both do it out of loneliness. Booker is too self-absorbed to actually fall in love though, like Mila can. But that also makes her more vulnerable in a way.
Welp, there’s my obnoxiously long Russian novel about my characters and about myself. I should give you the Spark Notes so you don’t have to read it all x) Send me yours, I’d love to read anything you write about Charlie or Lisette, whatever you feel like sharing. I eat this stuff up. Haha, I’m really glad the feeling is mutual! I had hoped it wasn’t one-sided x)
Yes, let’s save the ending for another day. It’s too soon to think about it now!
Oh, Amish and Mormons are super different! Mormons live just like we do, just minus the beer and diet coke haha. They come in all varieties really, whereas Amish all live a single certain way, with no electricity or much interaction with the outside world beyond what is absolutely necessary. Fundamentalist Mormons, especially the ones they show on reality tv shows, look more “Amish-ish” heh x) With old fashioned dress and stuff.
Ketch, huh. That is pretty unique…and quite ketch-y… *is shot* xD Oh man, you could make endless puns. But I actually really like unique names! Someone named Faust sounds like he will be important. I like Julian, and Remy, idk if those are that uncommon though. Remy is the name of the adorable little boy I babysat for a weekend, who would run and jump in my bed at night x) The most unusual name in my family is Hiram, pronounced HI-rem. It’s a very Mormon name, my dad says. I like it.
Heh, I don’t know what any of those words mean! x) Well I’ve heard “pirouette,” but I’m guessing that my definition, which is “to twirl around or something,” is a little less technical than yours lol. Ah man, splits are not impressive? I was gonna be like, hey, hey, I can do the splits too! Well…I pretty much can, close enough haha xD And it’s easier with my right leg in front of me. You probably have a name for that. Hm, yeah there might be some soccer lingo that’s unfamiliar to you. Fullback, dead ball, wall-pass. I think most are pretty self-explanatory though, but maybe that’s just because I know it. Yours sound more elegant x) What do they mean btw, I’m curious.
Aww, that is really sweet of you to say! You look up to me? I don’t know what to say, I have a huge, stupid smile on my face haha xD I’ve always wanted to have a little sister to boss around and give unsolicited advice to <3 But seriously, that really means a lot to me. I had a little heart flutter when I read that, lol.
And that doesn’t sound weird to me, I know exactly what you mean. I genuinely like listening to other people’s problems and trying understand their perspectives and feelings. I easily take on the role of counselor and I enjoy doing it. But sometimes, like you I’m guessing, when I’m the one who needs to vent, it seems like I find out that most people don’t really care to listen the same way I do, and I become a little bit disillusioned/disappointed with them. I also think that I don’t put nearly as much effort in expressing my own problems as I do in listening to other peoples’. I don’t really want everyone to know everything about me anyway, just a special few, once I feel can trust them. It’s ok to only have a few close friends. Better than having ten shallow ones. American culture, and I guess Western culture in general, champions the goddam extrovert xD I put on the extrovert mask easily at work and at school, but it wears me out after a while and I have to go be alone and daydream to recharge. Having really good conversations is also energizing. It makes me really grateful to have Simon, my old roommate and you around. I just need to remember this when I get into a lonely mood..
It was for a Zombie Fest being held in the town where me parents live! A town Halloween festival thing. So they had stuff like jello brain eating contests and carnival style games, a haunted house, a Michael Jackson’s Thriller performance, and of course the costume contest! This was right when the Walking Dead was super popular, so people really got into it x)
Girls can’t wear shorts because it’s “distracting for male students”?? What kind of sexist bullshit is that?? I can’t believe how poorly worded that is. It’s like saying, we can’t let the girls get in the way of our male students being successful. Or that, if a guy harasses or ogles a girl, it’s her fault, instead of his lack of control. I’m sure that’s not what the school meant when they said that, but honestly someone should have looked at that more carefully. I mean, I can understand having a “must be past the fingertips rule” on shorts and skirts, and you’re right, there should also be a rule for guys about sagging pants.
I can’t imagine anyone I’d consider a friend even at a basic level making plans with someone else right in front of me, unless they’re freaking siblings, or childhood friends or something special like that. I hope I’ve never done anything like that. I can remember feeling out of the loop sometimes in high school, so I know how you feel. It’s like, why does there have to be a popularity contest within your groups of friends?? Do you think they could be wanting you to invite yourself? You shouldn’t have to though, it’s common curtsey for crying out loud to either invite everyone or make your plans in private. That’s so rude of them. Screw them, you should make some better plans. Sorry, they’re your friends so I shouldn’t say that xD It makes me mad for them to hurt you like that though.
It feels really good for you to say that you’ll be here to listen, so I shouldn’t feel alone. I honestly feel really lucky to have randomly met you on this site. The same goes for me btw, I’ll listen to whatever you need to get out. And I say, don’t stress out too much about the future, or think that you’ve screwed up just because you haven’t followed some specific, textbook path. No matter what you do, there will always be someone who will tell you that you’re not good enough or look down on you because you don’t fit their standards, and it’s a pain to have to tune them out sometimes. I’m sure you already know that and it still probably still won’t stop you from feeling anxious about the future, but that’s ok to do every once in a while and totally natural. People who aren’t at least a little anxious about the future are the ones in trouble. Just keep doing stuff you like, do it as well as you can, and surround yourself with people that actually appreciate you. That last one is so important because you unconsciously start view yourself in the same way that the people around you view you. So ditch the assholes and look for the good ones, because it has a huge effect on you. I think that can be hard to do, especially in school where you feel stuck in your clique and there aren’t a lot of decent options anyway. Well, I know that you’re smart, understanding, and ambitious, and of course there must be a bunch of other people in your life who see that too. You’re gonna be more than ok.
Wow, I can only imagine how difficult that must be to have on your mind :( I’ve never dealt with having a suicidal friend. What you said you wished you could scream at her, that was really beautiful. And wonderfully worded too. I kept rereading it. I hate that you have to deal with something makes you so sad like this. She’s really lucky to have you. I bet you can feel what other people feel without even trying, can’t you. And on top of that, you have your own feelings added in. That’s a lot to feel at once, and it’s such a rare quality to have. Don’t feel selfish. Clearly you’re dealing with this in a way more mature, unselfish way than your older cousin ever could.
How does Booker fit in for me? Uh oh, ok, please don’t think I’m a psycho haha xD Not that every character I write has to be all about me (as self-absorbed as I am lol) but, I think Booker is sort of like a concentrated version of some of the things about my personality/desires that scares me. Like if I had absolutely no filter as far as wanting to dominate and control and manipulate people to do what I want them to do. Maybe a little bit of that has been good for me because it makes me competitive and pushes me to be one of the best in my design classes. It gives people the impression that I’m more confident than I really am. It gets channeled into motivation for good stuff. I’m certainly not saying that if my moral filter were gone, I would be magically be charming enough to manipulate anyone I wanted…but I think I do already use some of my intuitive understanding of people – their motives, what they want, how they like to be flattered, what makes them feel guilty, how to get them to do a favor for me, especially at work – and I abuse it sometimes. Not being ugly helps make it easier (just to show you how completely vain I am also). I have a horrible impulse to play mind games with people to see if I can get them to like me as more than a friend or to feel guilty in a way that favors me.
This sounds so evil. My brother would readily agree that I’m “evil” hahaha xD But I’m not, I’m a pretty laid back, understanding person. So why should I have a secret urge to dominate and manipulate? …I hope I don’t scare you away. It’s ok if you stopped looking up to me x) The girl I mentioned before – the one who would tease me in awful, amazing ways until I became obsessed with her – she showed me what it’s like to be on the opposite end of this and it sucks.
Ironically, having someone who I really admire start to like me and then later on become disinterested or disappointed in me – that is like my worst nightmare. Which is basically the dynamic between Charlie and Mila at the moment, haha. And Mila is used to being the one to leave/drop people, not the other way around. It’s just another reason why this RP is so interesting to me.
So the difference between Booker and Mila is that although they both have the compulsive desire to dominate and manipulate people, only Mila is capable of feeling guilty about it and wanting to suppress it. Booker just thinks its kind of fun to see how much he can make someone love/obsess over him. They both do it out of loneliness. Booker is too self-absorbed to actually fall in love though, like Mila can. But that also makes her more vulnerable in a way.
Welp, there’s my obnoxiously long Russian novel about my characters and about myself. I should give you the Spark Notes so you don’t have to read it all x) Send me yours, I’d love to read anything you write about Charlie or Lisette, whatever you feel like sharing. I eat this stuff up. Haha, I’m really glad the feeling is mutual! I had hoped it wasn’t one-sided x)
Yes, let’s save the ending for another day. It’s too soon to think about it now!
Mila barely had time to process the horror of what was happening as Booker disappeared down the street with Charlie in his grasp. Taking, he’s taking her, he’s-… “Charlie!” The anguished cry was caught up in her throat and came out almost as a sob. Immediately though, her features became like stone again as she threw herself after them with more energy than she should have had without a proper meal, ready to tear Booker apart, limb from limb with her hands and teeth and burn his body into crumbling, white ashes until-..
She let a vicious snarl as something caught her by the arm and yanked her backward, slamming her into the wall of the alley with enough force to crumble the brick. The wind was knocked out of her and her vision spun, and for a moment she felt completely dazed. A groan forced its way from her lips as the air came rushing back and when the bright spots finally faded, she found her eyes focusing on Lisette’s malicious grin. It was much too close.
“That isn’t a good idea, love.”
Mila hissed and made to push herself forward off the wall but the shock of the impact and the weariness of needing to feed made her first attempt fall short. She remained pinned against the brick.
“Let them have their alone time,” came the sickly sweet voice again. “Don’t worry... he’ll play gently.”
“If he does anything to her at all, I’ll kill both of you. I think I’ll kill him anyway.” Inwardly, she was shuddering at the thought of Charlie at Booker’s mercy. He wouldn’t just kill her. He’d make sure he’d squeezed everything out of her first. He would make her into one of his bite junkies, make her want to beg to be bitten by him, by any vampire. Mila grit her teeth and pushed forward again, ignoring the discomforting way Lisette was studying her features. She let out a furious growl when she was unsuccessful again and slumped back against the wall in frustration, panting and looking at the other vampire with venomous eyes. Her lip curled threateningly as Lisette touched her hair to stroke it behind her ear.
“You do look so starved, darling, and so weak. It’s... tantalizing.”
Tantalizing. Mila’s hostile gaze faltered just a little. She unconsciously let her eyes flutter down to Lisette’s mouth, to the tongue running along her teeth that probably still tasted like Mitch’s blood. Her eyes snapped back up almost immediately, even darker now with hunger, and she looked at her with a cool, detached glare.
”Almost human.”
“Don’t you wish,” she sneered softly. Her chin raised a fraction of an inch and her expression changed from cold fury to malevolent curiosity. She appraised Lisette’s features with a look of superiority, her hands snaking up the other vampire’s sides in one long, slow caress, groping up over her ample chest to grip the shoulder straps of her dress. “You’d have me right now if I were human, is that it?” She wet her lips and stared openly at Lisette’s now, eyelids heavy, voice soft and sensual. “Does my weakness make you hungry?”
”Maybe you should do something about that...”
Mila parted her lips and leaned forward just enough to let them brush once against the other vampire’s, a smirk on her face and she murmured her reply.
“How about I do this..?”
Her grip on Lisette’s dress tightened suddenly as she gave a violent tug to the side, reversing their positions so that the younger vampire was the one shoved up roughly against the wall. “How about I make you tell me where Booker took Charlie,” she whispered, her voice a savage hiss, “So I can devour him, and then maybe I’ll be too satisfied to come looking for you.” Both hands had slipped around her throat and squeezed painfully with each emphasized word. Her mouth was close to Lisette’s ear, and she was all too aware of the provocative smell of blood on the other vampire’s breath.
“Tell me where he took her this instant.”
“Where the hell are we...”
“Home sweet home, love.”
Booker had stopped abruptly in front of a line of old, abandoned city houses, all of which had seen better days. The house he was referring to specifically was slightly less decrepit than the others, though its roof still sagged and the paint was blotchy and peeling. The street was quiet; there wasn’t anyone wandering this part of town at this time of night. But it wasn’t exactly silent. Booker could hear voices from the inhabitants inside the house, even over the sound of the girl’s panting which was obnoxiously loud in his ear.
“P-please... put me down. I want to go home. Let me go home...”
Booker dropped her before she could finish.
“Come on, let’s go say hi,” he said nonchalantly, bending to grab the back of her collar and hoist her to her feet. He did carelessly, like gabbing a dog by the scruff of it neck. “Go on.” He kept a fistful of the material and steered her up the steps and through the decaying doorway.
“Bookie! Is that you, darling? I’ve been waiting so long..”
“Come to me first Books, I barely got anything last time.”
“Who’s that you got with you?”
They had entered the main floor of the house, which had been completely gutted and was comprised of one very large room. Despite the bare, dirty floor and crumbling plaster walls, the space was filled with expensive looking leather furniture and a large mahogany table. Five or six people occupied the room, lounging on various chairs and sofas. A man lay dozing on a bed in the corner. A woman was draped haphazardly over the back of a couch, staring at them with lazy, unblinking eyes. All of them were unusually thin and pale, and they had a pinched look, as if they were unhealthy. The ones that noticed Booker come in gazed at him with hungry, craving eyes, and yet they seemed too meek to get up from their seats. One or two of them seemed to shrink away, even as they stared longingly.
“Have a seat,” Booker said with feigned hospitality, shoving Charlie into an empty spot on a couch. The woman on the other end of it looked at her disdainfully. “How come you keep bringing more,” she whined, narrowing her eyes at the girl. She was somewhere in her early thirties and she looked like she had once been very beautiful. Her blonde hair had lost some of its luster and she looked uncomfortably thin. She pouted at Booker. “The more you bring, the less I get. Six of us showed up tonight, are you gonna get to all six? And now seven?”
Booker smirked and took her chin his hand to lift her face up to his. “When did you get so greedy?” he replied, sneering at the way her eyes batted lustfully at him. He began to lift her chin up higher to expose her neck and she moaned quietly, her eyes rolling back and closing.
“Please do it,” she whimpered. “Please, I need to feel it again.”
“Should I?” Booker asked with a wicked smile, turning and addressing his question to Charlie. “Or would you like the honor of going first?”
He let go of the woman’s chin and she made a pitiful noise of frustration. His eyes were locked on Charlie now as if he were marveling at how much more appetizing she looked to him.
“I-I don’t like it at all,” he quoted in a mocking tone, repeating the girl’s earlier words. He stood in front of her now looking down at her. The other woman on the couch stared at her too, glaring as if it were Charlie’s fault she hadn’t gotten her fix. Booker reached down and stroked Char’s cheek with his thumb, up and down a few times before dragging it over her lip.
“You were lying. You enjoy it so much. You’d like me to bite you right now, wouldn’t you.” He slipped his fingers into her hair roughly and tugged her face upward. “Wouldn’t you?” he repeated.
She let a vicious snarl as something caught her by the arm and yanked her backward, slamming her into the wall of the alley with enough force to crumble the brick. The wind was knocked out of her and her vision spun, and for a moment she felt completely dazed. A groan forced its way from her lips as the air came rushing back and when the bright spots finally faded, she found her eyes focusing on Lisette’s malicious grin. It was much too close.
“That isn’t a good idea, love.”
Mila hissed and made to push herself forward off the wall but the shock of the impact and the weariness of needing to feed made her first attempt fall short. She remained pinned against the brick.
“Let them have their alone time,” came the sickly sweet voice again. “Don’t worry... he’ll play gently.”
“If he does anything to her at all, I’ll kill both of you. I think I’ll kill him anyway.” Inwardly, she was shuddering at the thought of Charlie at Booker’s mercy. He wouldn’t just kill her. He’d make sure he’d squeezed everything out of her first. He would make her into one of his bite junkies, make her want to beg to be bitten by him, by any vampire. Mila grit her teeth and pushed forward again, ignoring the discomforting way Lisette was studying her features. She let out a furious growl when she was unsuccessful again and slumped back against the wall in frustration, panting and looking at the other vampire with venomous eyes. Her lip curled threateningly as Lisette touched her hair to stroke it behind her ear.
“You do look so starved, darling, and so weak. It’s... tantalizing.”
Tantalizing. Mila’s hostile gaze faltered just a little. She unconsciously let her eyes flutter down to Lisette’s mouth, to the tongue running along her teeth that probably still tasted like Mitch’s blood. Her eyes snapped back up almost immediately, even darker now with hunger, and she looked at her with a cool, detached glare.
”Almost human.”
“Don’t you wish,” she sneered softly. Her chin raised a fraction of an inch and her expression changed from cold fury to malevolent curiosity. She appraised Lisette’s features with a look of superiority, her hands snaking up the other vampire’s sides in one long, slow caress, groping up over her ample chest to grip the shoulder straps of her dress. “You’d have me right now if I were human, is that it?” She wet her lips and stared openly at Lisette’s now, eyelids heavy, voice soft and sensual. “Does my weakness make you hungry?”
”Maybe you should do something about that...”
Mila parted her lips and leaned forward just enough to let them brush once against the other vampire’s, a smirk on her face and she murmured her reply.
“How about I do this..?”
Her grip on Lisette’s dress tightened suddenly as she gave a violent tug to the side, reversing their positions so that the younger vampire was the one shoved up roughly against the wall. “How about I make you tell me where Booker took Charlie,” she whispered, her voice a savage hiss, “So I can devour him, and then maybe I’ll be too satisfied to come looking for you.” Both hands had slipped around her throat and squeezed painfully with each emphasized word. Her mouth was close to Lisette’s ear, and she was all too aware of the provocative smell of blood on the other vampire’s breath.
“Tell me where he took her this instant.”
“Where the hell are we...”
“Home sweet home, love.”
Booker had stopped abruptly in front of a line of old, abandoned city houses, all of which had seen better days. The house he was referring to specifically was slightly less decrepit than the others, though its roof still sagged and the paint was blotchy and peeling. The street was quiet; there wasn’t anyone wandering this part of town at this time of night. But it wasn’t exactly silent. Booker could hear voices from the inhabitants inside the house, even over the sound of the girl’s panting which was obnoxiously loud in his ear.
“P-please... put me down. I want to go home. Let me go home...”
Booker dropped her before she could finish.
“Come on, let’s go say hi,” he said nonchalantly, bending to grab the back of her collar and hoist her to her feet. He did carelessly, like gabbing a dog by the scruff of it neck. “Go on.” He kept a fistful of the material and steered her up the steps and through the decaying doorway.
“Bookie! Is that you, darling? I’ve been waiting so long..”
“Come to me first Books, I barely got anything last time.”
“Who’s that you got with you?”
They had entered the main floor of the house, which had been completely gutted and was comprised of one very large room. Despite the bare, dirty floor and crumbling plaster walls, the space was filled with expensive looking leather furniture and a large mahogany table. Five or six people occupied the room, lounging on various chairs and sofas. A man lay dozing on a bed in the corner. A woman was draped haphazardly over the back of a couch, staring at them with lazy, unblinking eyes. All of them were unusually thin and pale, and they had a pinched look, as if they were unhealthy. The ones that noticed Booker come in gazed at him with hungry, craving eyes, and yet they seemed too meek to get up from their seats. One or two of them seemed to shrink away, even as they stared longingly.
“Have a seat,” Booker said with feigned hospitality, shoving Charlie into an empty spot on a couch. The woman on the other end of it looked at her disdainfully. “How come you keep bringing more,” she whined, narrowing her eyes at the girl. She was somewhere in her early thirties and she looked like she had once been very beautiful. Her blonde hair had lost some of its luster and she looked uncomfortably thin. She pouted at Booker. “The more you bring, the less I get. Six of us showed up tonight, are you gonna get to all six? And now seven?”
Booker smirked and took her chin his hand to lift her face up to his. “When did you get so greedy?” he replied, sneering at the way her eyes batted lustfully at him. He began to lift her chin up higher to expose her neck and she moaned quietly, her eyes rolling back and closing.
“Please do it,” she whimpered. “Please, I need to feel it again.”
“Should I?” Booker asked with a wicked smile, turning and addressing his question to Charlie. “Or would you like the honor of going first?”
He let go of the woman’s chin and she made a pitiful noise of frustration. His eyes were locked on Charlie now as if he were marveling at how much more appetizing she looked to him.
“I-I don’t like it at all,” he quoted in a mocking tone, repeating the girl’s earlier words. He stood in front of her now looking down at her. The other woman on the couch stared at her too, glaring as if it were Charlie’s fault she hadn’t gotten her fix. Booker reached down and stroked Char’s cheek with his thumb, up and down a few times before dragging it over her lip.
“You were lying. You enjoy it so much. You’d like me to bite you right now, wouldn’t you.” He slipped his fingers into her hair roughly and tugged her face upward. “Wouldn’t you?” he repeated.
Woah, the Royal Winnipeg Ballet. That does sound really official and terrifying x) Did you do well? Why did the choreographer yell at the pianist?
They're not shunned now, heh, but apparently my grandmother went through a pretty hostile period with my mom because my grandmother was convinced that she had tempted her son, my dad, away from the church or something ridiculous like that, and that's why they left - when of course my dad openly admits that he never felt part of it when he was growing up. I love my grandmother and she doesn't feel like that anymore, but sometimes I do pick up on some tension between her and my mom lol. Of course, that's sort of how it goes right, mother-in-laws and wives having a little bit of a power struggle, that's nothing new. Mormon's have pretty strange beliefs about the afterlife and a whole weird mythology thing with Jesus living in America at one point or some crazy shit like that, I'm not even really sure to be honest. They have temple rituals and wear special garments under their clothes at all times. They're not allowed to smoke, or drink alcohol, or even caffeine. Really though, if you met a Mormon, chances are they would be totally "normal" and probably really sweet. You might know some Mormons actually. There were a few dudes in my high school who were and I never even knew until like senior year. Really they are totally normal and likeable. Their beliefs aren't for everyone, but I don't think the word extreme would pop into your head if you met one. But Fundamentalist Mormons are a whole different story xD Like polygamy and stuff? Yeah, that's extreme to me.
Oh yeah, I couldn't name all my cousins right off the bat to save my life xD Ahh, that's terrible. Let's see, my dad has six siblings, all married and everyone has at least four kids, (except for our black sheep family) but Aunt Shana has eight and then two of her daughters have a kid, and my Uncle Mike's kids all have kids. Uncle Tom just had his fifth, my Aunt Linda just got remarried and her new husband has three kids and his daughter has a kid... I should make a chart for myself, I can't keep track xD And yes, since Mormonism is a Christian religion, they do celebrate Christmas, and Easter.
Hm, please translate this foreign language xD So...you can do the splits? Haha x) Anyways, it sounds impressive!
Oh wow, that's really rough :/ I would feel just as hurt as you if someone acted that way towards me. Angry too because it would seem like they are just turning the situation toward themselves instead of trying to be understanding. She must care about you though, even if it comes out in a totally unhelpful way. Since I don't know her, I really shouldn't make any assumptions. Do you think she'll ever come around? I completely get the feeling of not being able to talk openly about how I feel with the majority of my friends. There are only a select few who come close, and even then I just feel like I'm asking them to feel sorry for me which I hate. And yeah, it's easiy to be open with you, anonymous behind this computer screen, able to edit everything I say and "pause" the conversation if I feel too emotional. But it's more than that too, I can be open with you because I get the feeling that you are an understanding person. I never anticipated our OOC chat to be anything more than, hey what should we do next in the RP, but wow it's been pretty cathartic, hasn't it? x) I've enjoyed rambling to you and listening to your thoughts.
Yeah "not falling head over heels in love" wouldn't apply to me either x)
Oh we made everything! We bought cheep hipsterish clothes from Walmart and cut them up very carefully so they looked decayed and stuff and we bought a whole spectrum of face paints to get our skin as gross as possible xD We used this wax stuff to create "gouges" and cuts on our faces, necks and hands. And omg, we got this fake blood that literally made me gag when I squirted it out of the tube because it was obscenely realistic. And then we smothered that on ourselves xD haha, it was sooo fun just getting ready. We each did our own faces and then did details for each other. Once we had the clothes on, we cut them up a little more on each other, which was fun too. Nice, your cat woman costume sounds great! I'm not sure yet what I'm going to be this year.. Last year I bought this leather corset at a Scottish festival that came to my university and I made a pirate costume with it, some fishnet stockings, knee high heeled boots, a jagged skirt and cape and a colonial style hat with a feather that my brother got from Colonial Williamsburg x) Yeah, there are always those girls running around, using halloween as an excuse to wear as little clothing as possible.
I love catching up too, I could talk to her for hours! Heh, yeah I guess you're not too far away, oh exotic Canada x) But that reminds me, I need to ask her if she has room in her igloo for me to come stay with her sometime. And say hi to the polar bears for me will you, eh?
Yeah, no, it's all good. I didn't mean to sound so dramatic, there's really no specific thing. I don't know why I'm feeling emotional right now lol, but I think it has something to do with seeing my roommate again soon. Maybe it's just stirring up some old resentments about having to move around so much. I think moving every three years maybe somehow messed me up a little. I think there's something wrong or lacking with my ability to make meaningful, non-shallow relationships with other people. I think I'm totally, totally alone, emotionally, but it's my own fault because I can't stand to feel vulnerable. But you have to be vulnerable and open, don't you, in order to have a real connection with someone. A lot of people I've known have confided in me, but I don't confide in anyone, ever. I think I've turned some potential friends off because they confide in me, then expect me to reciprocate, but I stay secretive, and they realize I don't actually trust them with my secrets and that pisses them off. I feel bad about that. In every relationship I've been in, I've felt like I was holding back. I've wrestled with coming to terms with my sexuality but there's still something in the way and I feel irritated with myself about that. The thing is, my roommate is one person who I do feel pretty open with, but she's not really in my life anymore. She'll be here for a few days and then gone again. I'm feeling prematurely sad about it, which is pretty pathetic, I mean she's not even here yet! It's just like, the closer you get to someone, the more difficult it is to leave them eventually, so staying distant is sort of easier in some ways. But moving on and replacing friendships is natural isn't it. I'm making a big deal out of nothing, everyone goes through this, not just me. I don't know why it makes me so profoundly sad.
I think pouring our "bad stuff" into our characters might make them richer and more relatable, and that's part of what makes our RP so compelling. It's sort of an indirect way for us both to work emotional stuff out, at a nice safe distance. I've actually wondered what characteristics of Charlie might be your own. Her personality comes off strongly to me. Of course, you're also talented enough to write a totally different, but equally believable character for Lisette. Do you think she gets any of your personality? Or she is your opposite? Or else, how does she fit in? I love that you have all this backstory for Charlie x) I do the same with my characters! Imagine all this stuff that might not ever even get mentioned in the RP. It gives the characters depth indirectly I think, because they become more real in your head and then when it comes to writing about them, you're just describing this person who already "exists," and it comes out naturally.
Ok, phew, I'd rather go with the forbidden love of Romeo and Juliette, rather than the dying part. But like you said, it's nice to let things just sort of unfold for themselves and be unpredictable. It makes me want to try all kinds of characters against your characters to see what happens x) You react so naturally and interestingly! At the risk of sounding too flattering, you're the best RP partner I'v ever had! xD I just gotta say it, it's so true. And ditto on this being the best RP I've ever had.
EDIT: Well, its daytime now and when I reread what I wrote in my third to last paragraph, in the wee hours of the morning, it makes me cringe lol. I'm not as mopey as I sounded, just need to get some whining out of my system I guess heh.
Another EDIT: Yes btw let's make that our goal! We'll come up with an appropriate ending and then this whole thing will feel complete, and not like something we abandoned.
They're not shunned now, heh, but apparently my grandmother went through a pretty hostile period with my mom because my grandmother was convinced that she had tempted her son, my dad, away from the church or something ridiculous like that, and that's why they left - when of course my dad openly admits that he never felt part of it when he was growing up. I love my grandmother and she doesn't feel like that anymore, but sometimes I do pick up on some tension between her and my mom lol. Of course, that's sort of how it goes right, mother-in-laws and wives having a little bit of a power struggle, that's nothing new. Mormon's have pretty strange beliefs about the afterlife and a whole weird mythology thing with Jesus living in America at one point or some crazy shit like that, I'm not even really sure to be honest. They have temple rituals and wear special garments under their clothes at all times. They're not allowed to smoke, or drink alcohol, or even caffeine. Really though, if you met a Mormon, chances are they would be totally "normal" and probably really sweet. You might know some Mormons actually. There were a few dudes in my high school who were and I never even knew until like senior year. Really they are totally normal and likeable. Their beliefs aren't for everyone, but I don't think the word extreme would pop into your head if you met one. But Fundamentalist Mormons are a whole different story xD Like polygamy and stuff? Yeah, that's extreme to me.
Oh yeah, I couldn't name all my cousins right off the bat to save my life xD Ahh, that's terrible. Let's see, my dad has six siblings, all married and everyone has at least four kids, (except for our black sheep family) but Aunt Shana has eight and then two of her daughters have a kid, and my Uncle Mike's kids all have kids. Uncle Tom just had his fifth, my Aunt Linda just got remarried and her new husband has three kids and his daughter has a kid... I should make a chart for myself, I can't keep track xD And yes, since Mormonism is a Christian religion, they do celebrate Christmas, and Easter.
Hm, please translate this foreign language xD So...you can do the splits? Haha x) Anyways, it sounds impressive!
Oh wow, that's really rough :/ I would feel just as hurt as you if someone acted that way towards me. Angry too because it would seem like they are just turning the situation toward themselves instead of trying to be understanding. She must care about you though, even if it comes out in a totally unhelpful way. Since I don't know her, I really shouldn't make any assumptions. Do you think she'll ever come around? I completely get the feeling of not being able to talk openly about how I feel with the majority of my friends. There are only a select few who come close, and even then I just feel like I'm asking them to feel sorry for me which I hate. And yeah, it's easiy to be open with you, anonymous behind this computer screen, able to edit everything I say and "pause" the conversation if I feel too emotional. But it's more than that too, I can be open with you because I get the feeling that you are an understanding person. I never anticipated our OOC chat to be anything more than, hey what should we do next in the RP, but wow it's been pretty cathartic, hasn't it? x) I've enjoyed rambling to you and listening to your thoughts.
Yeah "not falling head over heels in love" wouldn't apply to me either x)
Oh we made everything! We bought cheep hipsterish clothes from Walmart and cut them up very carefully so they looked decayed and stuff and we bought a whole spectrum of face paints to get our skin as gross as possible xD We used this wax stuff to create "gouges" and cuts on our faces, necks and hands. And omg, we got this fake blood that literally made me gag when I squirted it out of the tube because it was obscenely realistic. And then we smothered that on ourselves xD haha, it was sooo fun just getting ready. We each did our own faces and then did details for each other. Once we had the clothes on, we cut them up a little more on each other, which was fun too. Nice, your cat woman costume sounds great! I'm not sure yet what I'm going to be this year.. Last year I bought this leather corset at a Scottish festival that came to my university and I made a pirate costume with it, some fishnet stockings, knee high heeled boots, a jagged skirt and cape and a colonial style hat with a feather that my brother got from Colonial Williamsburg x) Yeah, there are always those girls running around, using halloween as an excuse to wear as little clothing as possible.
I love catching up too, I could talk to her for hours! Heh, yeah I guess you're not too far away, oh exotic Canada x) But that reminds me, I need to ask her if she has room in her igloo for me to come stay with her sometime. And say hi to the polar bears for me will you, eh?
Yeah, no, it's all good. I didn't mean to sound so dramatic, there's really no specific thing. I don't know why I'm feeling emotional right now lol, but I think it has something to do with seeing my roommate again soon. Maybe it's just stirring up some old resentments about having to move around so much. I think moving every three years maybe somehow messed me up a little. I think there's something wrong or lacking with my ability to make meaningful, non-shallow relationships with other people. I think I'm totally, totally alone, emotionally, but it's my own fault because I can't stand to feel vulnerable. But you have to be vulnerable and open, don't you, in order to have a real connection with someone. A lot of people I've known have confided in me, but I don't confide in anyone, ever. I think I've turned some potential friends off because they confide in me, then expect me to reciprocate, but I stay secretive, and they realize I don't actually trust them with my secrets and that pisses them off. I feel bad about that. In every relationship I've been in, I've felt like I was holding back. I've wrestled with coming to terms with my sexuality but there's still something in the way and I feel irritated with myself about that. The thing is, my roommate is one person who I do feel pretty open with, but she's not really in my life anymore. She'll be here for a few days and then gone again. I'm feeling prematurely sad about it, which is pretty pathetic, I mean she's not even here yet! It's just like, the closer you get to someone, the more difficult it is to leave them eventually, so staying distant is sort of easier in some ways. But moving on and replacing friendships is natural isn't it. I'm making a big deal out of nothing, everyone goes through this, not just me. I don't know why it makes me so profoundly sad.
I think pouring our "bad stuff" into our characters might make them richer and more relatable, and that's part of what makes our RP so compelling. It's sort of an indirect way for us both to work emotional stuff out, at a nice safe distance. I've actually wondered what characteristics of Charlie might be your own. Her personality comes off strongly to me. Of course, you're also talented enough to write a totally different, but equally believable character for Lisette. Do you think she gets any of your personality? Or she is your opposite? Or else, how does she fit in? I love that you have all this backstory for Charlie x) I do the same with my characters! Imagine all this stuff that might not ever even get mentioned in the RP. It gives the characters depth indirectly I think, because they become more real in your head and then when it comes to writing about them, you're just describing this person who already "exists," and it comes out naturally.
Ok, phew, I'd rather go with the forbidden love of Romeo and Juliette, rather than the dying part. But like you said, it's nice to let things just sort of unfold for themselves and be unpredictable. It makes me want to try all kinds of characters against your characters to see what happens x) You react so naturally and interestingly! At the risk of sounding too flattering, you're the best RP partner I'v ever had! xD I just gotta say it, it's so true. And ditto on this being the best RP I've ever had.
EDIT: Well, its daytime now and when I reread what I wrote in my third to last paragraph, in the wee hours of the morning, it makes me cringe lol. I'm not as mopey as I sounded, just need to get some whining out of my system I guess heh.
Another EDIT: Yes btw let's make that our goal! We'll come up with an appropriate ending and then this whole thing will feel complete, and not like something we abandoned.
Holy smokes, that really is a crazy schedule! :O I feel exhausted for you omg xD Isn't it a lot of pressure to have audition after audition? Or are you pretty much a pro at that by now?
Nah, we don't visit them very often since they live on the other side of the country, and it would be too expensive for all of them to fly out to meet us. We always have to go to them (which I like because I love California, and airplane trips). We don't have too much in common with them since their lives are very much wrapped up with the church and ours aren't, and yet our personalities and humor are like exactly the same. I don't really even know that much about Mormonism except what I've read on Wikipedia heh. When I try to pry info from my parents about it, they put up a wall lol, which I expect from my dad but it baffles me when my mom does it. I mean, she's the type to tell some random person in the grocery store our family's deepest secrets and life history, but she gets weirdly defensive when I ask about her religious past. But...it's not like I'm an open book about everything either, and it's obviously a sore subject, so I should probably let it go. I do love spending time with my extended family though. The last time we visited them was this past Christmas actually, so pretty recently. They're really fun to be around. Mormons are all about big families and harmonious community, so they always plan games and feasts and special outings and there are always like five newborn cousins each time, who's names I have to try to remember xD Mostly its just weird when they want us to go to church. No joke, my dad always plans our trip so that we're not there on a Sunday for that very reason x)
I'm sure it will too x) I bet he's secretly looking forward to it, even though he's dragging his feet to get ready for it.
Oh yeah, I didn't even think about the toll that must take on your body. It does look really cool though. You're probably like crazzzy flexible compared to the average person though, right? x)
Yeah, I'm like that too, about not wanting to be pitied. It makes me not want to let other people know when I'm dealing with some issue, because the last thing I want is to look like I'm asking for special treatment. I also just tend to be a little protective of my inner self. I feel like I make friends really easily, but on a superficial level. And I can talk to basically anyone about anything (and I do all the time as a cashier lol) especially their personal stuff, but it's more rare for me to really open up about my own even when the other person considers me a close friend. And it's mostly because I know people don't really care, like you said, but I think it's also because I'm better at, or maybe more interested in, understanding other people's feelings/motives than my own sometimes.
Hah, that's funny x) And I'm glad your best friend liked it! Yeah, I really did enjoy your blog, and the music too! I forgot to mention that. Anyways, I feel kind of honored or something that you showed it to me, so thanks. x)
INFP, I can so see it! And sort of similar to me, INFJ, but more like a compliment than a twin. That's not to say that you can be put into some box or cookie cutter category, just that those characteristics might be relatable to you. I read that an INFP score is really rare, like less than 5% of the population. I confess, I'm sort of weirdly into this personality stuff x) Don't roll your eyes or anything, it's pretty interesting! xD I stumbled across a couple personality profiles for INFP, like this one about being a Dreamy Idealist, and this other one that made me laugh xD It'd be silly to take the results too seriously, but it's still freaking accurate sometimes, like you said.
Oh wait, does dressing up like a zombie from the Walking Dead count as cosplaying?? Cuz I've done that!! I won a zombie costume contest with it too!! My boyfriend at the time and I won as a couple xD It was too fun. He was an artist too so we went a little overboard with special effects type makeup x) It was gory and amazing. I love dressing up, I should do a real cosplay sometime. Like, Halloween is my second favorite holiday x) So you're gonna be Sansa huh, man I feel so bad for her in the series. That was heart wrenching when she was trying to convince her creepy aunt that the even creepier Little Finger hadn't done anything with her.
Yeah, you're right, I don't know why I feel so much pressure to be more mature and adult-like lol, I have the rest of my life to do that x) I think I'll feel like a kid forever on the inside. Plus, one of the last times I hung out with this girl, we had a hand standing contest and then made a blanket fort in our apartment living room, haha so I think I can relax xD She'll be here tomorrow night and then she's leaving Friday morning and going to another friend's place and then soon after that she's going back up to far away Canada ;_;
Too bad we don't have poutine at McDonald's!
I totally get it, and yeah you're right, it's too early for her to change just yet. She's yours and so of course you should be the one to call the shots as far as how her character evolves and when. That's funny that you say she's literally you, because I definitely pour some of my own self into Mila's personality - not that I'm quite as graceful and stunning as she is heh ;) but the slight desire to be the one in control, maybe be a teensy bit manipulative, somewhat just a little arrogant/proud...jeez all the bad things xD Also empathetic. And uh, we both have dark brown hair too xD Haha, but also feeling guilt for letting someone you care about down in some way, or feeling guilt because they thought you were one type of person and you're really more awful and selfish than they realize. Obsessive tendencies, better add that too x) Moving around a lot, leaving people.
So yeah, we can certainly wait on Charlie changing. I think you made a good point about it becoming a little boring if we jump the gun on that. Having her go through that sort of emotional trouble you mentioned would be really interesting. I'm also attracted to the idea of a "Romeo and Juliette"-esque love story. But do you mean... like, she dies in Mila's arm or something? That would be so sad though x) My ridiculously optimistic heart shudders... But I guess, from the beginning, this story could never have a happy, skipping off into the sunset ending. Have you ever ended an RP before? I never have xD
Let's see how this direction goes and if it starts to get stagnant, we'll just shake it up again x) I hate knowing that eventually, all good things come to an end, but I want to keep this alive in the best way! It's far from the end.
EDIT: Heh, I also found this hilarious blog post, the Myers-Briggs Asshole Index x) It has a short paragraph for each type that exaggerates their not so good qualities.
Nah, we don't visit them very often since they live on the other side of the country, and it would be too expensive for all of them to fly out to meet us. We always have to go to them (which I like because I love California, and airplane trips). We don't have too much in common with them since their lives are very much wrapped up with the church and ours aren't, and yet our personalities and humor are like exactly the same. I don't really even know that much about Mormonism except what I've read on Wikipedia heh. When I try to pry info from my parents about it, they put up a wall lol, which I expect from my dad but it baffles me when my mom does it. I mean, she's the type to tell some random person in the grocery store our family's deepest secrets and life history, but she gets weirdly defensive when I ask about her religious past. But...it's not like I'm an open book about everything either, and it's obviously a sore subject, so I should probably let it go. I do love spending time with my extended family though. The last time we visited them was this past Christmas actually, so pretty recently. They're really fun to be around. Mormons are all about big families and harmonious community, so they always plan games and feasts and special outings and there are always like five newborn cousins each time, who's names I have to try to remember xD Mostly its just weird when they want us to go to church. No joke, my dad always plans our trip so that we're not there on a Sunday for that very reason x)
I'm sure it will too x) I bet he's secretly looking forward to it, even though he's dragging his feet to get ready for it.
Oh yeah, I didn't even think about the toll that must take on your body. It does look really cool though. You're probably like crazzzy flexible compared to the average person though, right? x)
Yeah, I'm like that too, about not wanting to be pitied. It makes me not want to let other people know when I'm dealing with some issue, because the last thing I want is to look like I'm asking for special treatment. I also just tend to be a little protective of my inner self. I feel like I make friends really easily, but on a superficial level. And I can talk to basically anyone about anything (and I do all the time as a cashier lol) especially their personal stuff, but it's more rare for me to really open up about my own even when the other person considers me a close friend. And it's mostly because I know people don't really care, like you said, but I think it's also because I'm better at, or maybe more interested in, understanding other people's feelings/motives than my own sometimes.
Hah, that's funny x) And I'm glad your best friend liked it! Yeah, I really did enjoy your blog, and the music too! I forgot to mention that. Anyways, I feel kind of honored or something that you showed it to me, so thanks. x)
INFP, I can so see it! And sort of similar to me, INFJ, but more like a compliment than a twin. That's not to say that you can be put into some box or cookie cutter category, just that those characteristics might be relatable to you. I read that an INFP score is really rare, like less than 5% of the population. I confess, I'm sort of weirdly into this personality stuff x) Don't roll your eyes or anything, it's pretty interesting! xD I stumbled across a couple personality profiles for INFP, like this one about being a Dreamy Idealist, and this other one that made me laugh xD It'd be silly to take the results too seriously, but it's still freaking accurate sometimes, like you said.
Oh wait, does dressing up like a zombie from the Walking Dead count as cosplaying?? Cuz I've done that!! I won a zombie costume contest with it too!! My boyfriend at the time and I won as a couple xD It was too fun. He was an artist too so we went a little overboard with special effects type makeup x) It was gory and amazing. I love dressing up, I should do a real cosplay sometime. Like, Halloween is my second favorite holiday x) So you're gonna be Sansa huh, man I feel so bad for her in the series. That was heart wrenching when she was trying to convince her creepy aunt that the even creepier Little Finger hadn't done anything with her.
Yeah, you're right, I don't know why I feel so much pressure to be more mature and adult-like lol, I have the rest of my life to do that x) I think I'll feel like a kid forever on the inside. Plus, one of the last times I hung out with this girl, we had a hand standing contest and then made a blanket fort in our apartment living room, haha so I think I can relax xD She'll be here tomorrow night and then she's leaving Friday morning and going to another friend's place and then soon after that she's going back up to far away Canada ;_;
Too bad we don't have poutine at McDonald's!
I totally get it, and yeah you're right, it's too early for her to change just yet. She's yours and so of course you should be the one to call the shots as far as how her character evolves and when. That's funny that you say she's literally you, because I definitely pour some of my own self into Mila's personality - not that I'm quite as graceful and stunning as she is heh ;) but the slight desire to be the one in control, maybe be a teensy bit manipulative, somewhat just a little arrogant/proud...jeez all the bad things xD Also empathetic. And uh, we both have dark brown hair too xD Haha, but also feeling guilt for letting someone you care about down in some way, or feeling guilt because they thought you were one type of person and you're really more awful and selfish than they realize. Obsessive tendencies, better add that too x) Moving around a lot, leaving people.
So yeah, we can certainly wait on Charlie changing. I think you made a good point about it becoming a little boring if we jump the gun on that. Having her go through that sort of emotional trouble you mentioned would be really interesting. I'm also attracted to the idea of a "Romeo and Juliette"-esque love story. But do you mean... like, she dies in Mila's arm or something? That would be so sad though x) My ridiculously optimistic heart shudders... But I guess, from the beginning, this story could never have a happy, skipping off into the sunset ending. Have you ever ended an RP before? I never have xD
Let's see how this direction goes and if it starts to get stagnant, we'll just shake it up again x) I hate knowing that eventually, all good things come to an end, but I want to keep this alive in the best way! It's far from the end.
EDIT: Heh, I also found this hilarious blog post, the Myers-Briggs Asshole Index x) It has a short paragraph for each type that exaggerates their not so good qualities.
Oh wow, the music's beautiful and totally emotional. So how long will you guys practice the piece before you perform it?
Yeah, I feel ya on the whole "don't want to tell parents cuz they might feel the need to announce it to the world for me." x) But it's cool, they'll know eventually. Haha, you answered with a twirl, that's adorable xD Coming out casually to people who are totally fine with it is the best. Man it seems like you're all set - you have him to talk about it with plus your other friend, and maybe your cousin too? There is no one in my extended family who is gay, or at least out lol, I'm the first that I know of. Of course, my extended family is Mormon...yeah. So those two things don't exactly mix heh. My immediate family isn't Mormon. After my parents got married and before they had me, they left the church because they couldn't stand it anymore. The fact that we're the only non-Mormons on my dad's side can be a little awkward at our annual family reunions (they all live in California) but we still all get along pretty well.
Yeah, I guess he is pretty smart x) Not too high on motivation for school, but he gets good grades anyway, the little dweeb. Haha, my mom's been fussing over him at home because apparently he's going to prom next weekend and still needs to get a tux and everything x) He's not exactly a smooth ladies man, he's kind of quiet around girls, but he doesn't really realize how handsome and likeable he is. He had a couple girls ask him to prom, which he doesn't even really want to go to lol.
Conceal, don't feel. Story of my life x) How melodramatic of me xD But Elsa was awesome and I think there really is an intentional message for gay youth in that movie. And for anyone else who feels like that too of course. Saying it might piss off some people though.
Flips and bendy stuff, cool! Do you do that style too?? That's way impressive. You're routine sounds amazing. I love how conceptual all these performances are.
I wish I could be like, stop don't do it anymore! But I know it doesn't work like that. I have an addictive personality too. It's mostly people that I get addicted to heh, which makes me sound like a total creeper, but there are other things too. Just so you know, it doesn't make me uncomfortable for you to talk about it if it comes up again and you want to, I won't judge you.
Aww you did post it! My ego is swelling haha! xD I definitely laughed when I saw "some random girl on the internet." I loved that. Also I spent an embarrassingly long time looking through your tumblr, I won’t admit how long x) A lot of the posts made me actually laugh out loud xD Most were totally emotional and I got sucked in. I wish I knew you in real life. How sappy does that sound? Haha, but really, I felt like I was reading my own thoughts/insecurities/desires. It was cool and startlingly relatable. Mind if I check it out every once in a while? And seriously, when the school year’s over and you’re like, oh hello free time, you should watch Orange is the New Black because you will love it x)
Have you ever taken the Myers-Briggs personality test? You might be thinking, pffft, personality tests don’t work on me, I can skew the answers. Or that they’re too generic to tell you anything new. But the results for this one are so scarily accurate, if you give honest answers. I cried when I read mine because it helped a lot of things click for me. It's not just random internet quiz, it was a psychological test developed by this dude Carl Jung, to study how people see the world and make decisions. I think I know what you might get, I think INFJ, like me, or something close. You don't have to do it lol, it's pretty long, but if you're ever bored...
Cosplaying as Sansa Stark, nice! x) I've never done any kind of cosplay before, but there was cosplay festival in Okazaki when I went to Japan! People went all out. And I know people dress up for Comic Con of course, in San Diego. Haha, we never camped out, but we did wait four or five hours more than once! Totally worth it. I guess that makes me a big nerd for Harry Potter, but I am ok with this x)
Yeah, school definitely comes first. So will you be offline like the whole week or...? Just not on as much? But yeah I'm so excited to see her, I've been running around doing errands, buying food, cleaning to get ready. I'm going to make dinner for us and another of our friends a couple nights, so adult right?? xD I also need to get one nice bottle of wine cuz that's what she likes, although to be honest I prefer beer...not so adult anymore x) I would love to go get poutine with her but honestly I don't even know where to find it here! I have never seen it in any place I've lived. Did you ever stumble across it when you went to New York? I think it's a true Canadian thing x) I'll have to go try it when I eventually come to Canada to visit her.
I have some ideas for our RP. I think Charlie should eventually be turned by one of the vampires, maybe Mila. But before then, what if we had Booker and Lisette steal Charlie away for a while until Mila decides to play a little more nicely with them? They know they can’t just kill Char because then Mila would never do anything they wanted her to do. They could somehow have her do it, accidently or otherwise, but that would take some time to work up to, not something that could happen “tonight,” the RP’s tonight. So I think it would be interesting if the night ended with Booker whisking Charlie away alive to some secret place, and Lisette hanging around to give Mila her options. There are two: Play my game and see the girl again…or don’t and have fun imagining what Booker decides to do with her. We could have them both resist their respective “captors” for a while, but eventually they might give in to their temptations just a little. When they see each other again, they might both be a little changed…
This has the added benefit of letting us play our characters one on one for a while, instead of juggling interactions between four people, which is tougher - not that we can’t handle it xD being our awesome selves, but it’ll give us a bit of a break. It’s easier to get in their heads too, when it’s one on one. We can play out the interest that Booker has in Charlie and the weird attraction/repulsion/envy that Mila and Lisette have for each other. Poor Charlie though x) But she won’t just get tossed around forever, it’ll come around. So what do you think? Foresee any problems with this direction? I kinda set it up already in my last post, but we can easily swing it in another direction.
Yeah, I feel ya on the whole "don't want to tell parents cuz they might feel the need to announce it to the world for me." x) But it's cool, they'll know eventually. Haha, you answered with a twirl, that's adorable xD Coming out casually to people who are totally fine with it is the best. Man it seems like you're all set - you have him to talk about it with plus your other friend, and maybe your cousin too? There is no one in my extended family who is gay, or at least out lol, I'm the first that I know of. Of course, my extended family is Mormon...yeah. So those two things don't exactly mix heh. My immediate family isn't Mormon. After my parents got married and before they had me, they left the church because they couldn't stand it anymore. The fact that we're the only non-Mormons on my dad's side can be a little awkward at our annual family reunions (they all live in California) but we still all get along pretty well.
Yeah, I guess he is pretty smart x) Not too high on motivation for school, but he gets good grades anyway, the little dweeb. Haha, my mom's been fussing over him at home because apparently he's going to prom next weekend and still needs to get a tux and everything x) He's not exactly a smooth ladies man, he's kind of quiet around girls, but he doesn't really realize how handsome and likeable he is. He had a couple girls ask him to prom, which he doesn't even really want to go to lol.
Conceal, don't feel. Story of my life x) How melodramatic of me xD But Elsa was awesome and I think there really is an intentional message for gay youth in that movie. And for anyone else who feels like that too of course. Saying it might piss off some people though.
Flips and bendy stuff, cool! Do you do that style too?? That's way impressive. You're routine sounds amazing. I love how conceptual all these performances are.
I wish I could be like, stop don't do it anymore! But I know it doesn't work like that. I have an addictive personality too. It's mostly people that I get addicted to heh, which makes me sound like a total creeper, but there are other things too. Just so you know, it doesn't make me uncomfortable for you to talk about it if it comes up again and you want to, I won't judge you.
Aww you did post it! My ego is swelling haha! xD I definitely laughed when I saw "some random girl on the internet." I loved that. Also I spent an embarrassingly long time looking through your tumblr, I won’t admit how long x) A lot of the posts made me actually laugh out loud xD Most were totally emotional and I got sucked in. I wish I knew you in real life. How sappy does that sound? Haha, but really, I felt like I was reading my own thoughts/insecurities/desires. It was cool and startlingly relatable. Mind if I check it out every once in a while? And seriously, when the school year’s over and you’re like, oh hello free time, you should watch Orange is the New Black because you will love it x)
Have you ever taken the Myers-Briggs personality test? You might be thinking, pffft, personality tests don’t work on me, I can skew the answers. Or that they’re too generic to tell you anything new. But the results for this one are so scarily accurate, if you give honest answers. I cried when I read mine because it helped a lot of things click for me. It's not just random internet quiz, it was a psychological test developed by this dude Carl Jung, to study how people see the world and make decisions. I think I know what you might get, I think INFJ, like me, or something close. You don't have to do it lol, it's pretty long, but if you're ever bored...
Cosplaying as Sansa Stark, nice! x) I've never done any kind of cosplay before, but there was cosplay festival in Okazaki when I went to Japan! People went all out. And I know people dress up for Comic Con of course, in San Diego. Haha, we never camped out, but we did wait four or five hours more than once! Totally worth it. I guess that makes me a big nerd for Harry Potter, but I am ok with this x)
Yeah, school definitely comes first. So will you be offline like the whole week or...? Just not on as much? But yeah I'm so excited to see her, I've been running around doing errands, buying food, cleaning to get ready. I'm going to make dinner for us and another of our friends a couple nights, so adult right?? xD I also need to get one nice bottle of wine cuz that's what she likes, although to be honest I prefer beer...not so adult anymore x) I would love to go get poutine with her but honestly I don't even know where to find it here! I have never seen it in any place I've lived. Did you ever stumble across it when you went to New York? I think it's a true Canadian thing x) I'll have to go try it when I eventually come to Canada to visit her.
I have some ideas for our RP. I think Charlie should eventually be turned by one of the vampires, maybe Mila. But before then, what if we had Booker and Lisette steal Charlie away for a while until Mila decides to play a little more nicely with them? They know they can’t just kill Char because then Mila would never do anything they wanted her to do. They could somehow have her do it, accidently or otherwise, but that would take some time to work up to, not something that could happen “tonight,” the RP’s tonight. So I think it would be interesting if the night ended with Booker whisking Charlie away alive to some secret place, and Lisette hanging around to give Mila her options. There are two: Play my game and see the girl again…or don’t and have fun imagining what Booker decides to do with her. We could have them both resist their respective “captors” for a while, but eventually they might give in to their temptations just a little. When they see each other again, they might both be a little changed…
This has the added benefit of letting us play our characters one on one for a while, instead of juggling interactions between four people, which is tougher - not that we can’t handle it xD being our awesome selves, but it’ll give us a bit of a break. It’s easier to get in their heads too, when it’s one on one. We can play out the interest that Booker has in Charlie and the weird attraction/repulsion/envy that Mila and Lisette have for each other. Poor Charlie though x) But she won’t just get tossed around forever, it’ll come around. So what do you think? Foresee any problems with this direction? I kinda set it up already in my last post, but we can easily swing it in another direction.
He was doing it again, using that filthy talent of his to seduce his prey, to make them stop struggling and actually anticipate what he wanted to do with them.. Mila could see the subtle look that passed over Charlie’s face and she could hear the girl shudder with something more complicated than just fear. It made Mila sick to think that his tactics were no worse than what she herself had used on Charlie not too long ago. Stroke the natural, fearful response until it became quiet and pliable and just wanted to melt on command. It was like Mila was looking at a mirror and seeing her own self working her sinister charm on the girl – only now she felt the horror of it.
It has to stop. Oh god, make it stop! She’d been reduced to begging, but she didn’t care because it had worked. Booker released the girl with a contemptuous remark that had fallen on deaf ears. She was too preoccupied to pay him any attention as he pushed Charlie and sent her stumbling forward. Mila caught Char in her arms as the slender girl fell heavily into her, still shivering from her encounter with Booker. Charlie was clinging to her as if to get herself as far away from him as possible. Mila felt a sudden swell of emotion as the human leaned instinctively closer to her. Her own arms wrapped around her more securely and she held her close.
Then Charlie looked up at her. The expression on her face managed to reach inside and wrench that human part of Mila until the vampire’s own beautiful features were contorted with guilt and anguish. Mila blinked down at her, her eyes wider than usual, studying Charlie’s face as if she were trying to find the right words to say. The girl’s eyes were wet and wretched, her had lips parted with an awful shudder and she seemed to be silently pleading with the older woman to help her, to do something. There was a hint of blame too, and Mila knew she deserved every bit of it. She could see that Charlie thought she was going to die. It made her want to cry, but of course that was something she couldn’t do anymore. Instead she shook her head ever so slightly, unable to look away from the girl’s imploring eyes if she’d tried, her throat feeling painfully constricted. You’re not, you’re not going to die, I won’t let you. Mila touched the side of her face carefully, hesitantly, as if she might break. She swept her thumb ever so gently over her cheek to wipe away the last tear that had spilled over her pale skin.
”I’m sorry…’ she heard Charlie murmur.
“Sorry?” Mila choked softly, swallowing the ache as she looked down at her in disbelief. “Don't, please, don’t apologize, I’m the one who-..”
Lisette was pulling her out of her arms, up into a standing position. The act so infuriated Mila that she nearly lashed out at her but she had to check herself instead because really, they had all the power and if she took a swing at one of them now they would be on her and Charlie before either of them could blink. So she stood there and trembled with fury as Lisette ran her hands all over Charlie and appraised her like she was some kind of material good. The look Mila gave Lisette was murder.
They were talking about hunting. They wanted Charlie to tag along. The girl was shaking her head emphatically no, but that had only made both Booker and Lisette laugh.
“Let's get going then,” Lisette was saying. “The night won't last forever, darlings. Or at least it won't for some of us."
“I’m done. I’m not hungry,” Mila lied. In fact, she could feel her own thirst betraying her. She’d only had a taste earlier that night and she was still feeling famished. Up until then, she’d been able to ignore the wickedly tantalizing vulnerability in Charlie and the memory of the times she’d fed from her…but she was scared to think about how long she’d be able to keep the temptation at bay, especially with the scent blood in the air. She told herself she would think of the look that Charlie had just given her, she would recall the tug of human sentiment, and that would be enough to banish her monstrous craving. But she knew it wouldn’t, and she felt ashamed.
Before she could continue to argue, she heard a sound and snapped her eyes to Lisette, knowing she’d heard it too.
"Hear that?"
Mila’s stiffened posture was enough to confirm, though she knew Lisette wasn’t really asking.
"I-I don't hear anything..."
"You wouldn't. You're human."
The vampire said it like it was an insult. Mila gave Lisette a contemptuous look and then glanced at Charlie as if to say ignore her. The girl looked like she was crumbling.
"Let's go, and Mila! Don't let her slow us down."
Booker was behind both of them immediately, giving them little choice but to follow Lisette’s swiftly disappearing form. Mila moved to Charlie’s side and nudged her crossed arms. She reached and took one the girl’s hands in her own and held it tight. There wasn’t anything she could say with Booker so close behind them and both vampire’s ability to overhear them anyway, so she gave Char’s hand a squeeze and tried to communicate even just a fraction of what she couldn’t say out loud. I’ll protect you, I swear it.
They weren’t moving very fast, for their capabilities anyways, but Charlie was stumbling alongside Mila to keep pace. It didn’t take long to reach the unfortunate man and as soon as he came into sight, Lisette skipped off to have her way with him. When Mila felt the impulse to make Charlie look away from the grizzly sight, a nasty voice in her head reminded her that the girl had already experienced it first hand. Still she turned to her anyway to distract her somehow and saw that her face was ashen.
"Charlie...?"
"There you go, Mi."
Mila shuddered as the scent of the man’s blood suddenly flooded her senses, deliciously intoxicating. Lisette was in front of them already, grinning and shoving the unconscious man into Mila’s arms. She caught his body and held him half upright, her only concern now being the overwhelmingly enticing blood on his neck where Lisette had already had a taste. Mila’s canines were immediately sharp. She wanted nothing else in that moment than to press her lips to the same spot and finish the job. She was practically salivating over him, hesitating only because in the back of her mind she knew there some reason why she didn’t want to lean down and lap up Lisette’s leftovers…
"No, oh my god no."
She heard Charlie’s desperate voice and was suddenly conscious of the fact that her mouth was open and quivering over the man’s neck.
"Mitch..."
Mila wrenched her head back and gave a maddened sort of groan, as if it was nearly too much to ask herself not to bite down. She physically needed it.
“You know him?” she rasped, gritting her teeth and looking up, away from the scarlet temptation. “He’s your…your…” she was too distracted to find the right word. She needed to get away from this tormenting scent. She swallowed and half dragged him to a doorstep in the alley, propping him up in sitting position so that he was leaning against the brick. She turned away from him sharply and paced and took deep breaths of the city air and tried to calm herself.
“I don’t want him,” she said finally, her eyes still black with bloodlust as she glared at Lisette and then at Booker.
Booker had chuckled with delight when Charlie backed into him unknowingly. He had put his hands on her thin shoulders and had leaned down to speak to her in a soothing voice. “Watch,” he whispered, his face lighting up as he realized that the human was already fixed on the scene. She was trembling and running her hands over her face in distress. “Relax,” Booker exhaled, smirking as he began kneading her shoulders, making the muscle soft and loose. “A friend of yours? It’s alright, he feels good right now. He loves it even. You like it too, deep down.”
Mila had finally caught her breath when she noticed what Booker was doing to her. Before he could register her movement, she had shoved him violently away from the girl, sending him sprawling backward until his back hit the brick wall on the opposite side of the alley street. The force of it looked painful but when Booker raised his head, there was grin on his handsome face.
“You’re too easy to get to, Mila,” he sneered, hiding a wince as he straightened up.
Mila was walking toward him like she was going to kill him. He backed away from her, still smiling sinisterly, his hands up as if to say ok, ok, enough already. It didn’t seem to deter her. “You really do get cranky when you’re hungry,” he teased, as the two of them circled around each other tensely. Mila was being impulsive and she knew it but the need to satiate her hunger was making her feel feral. She lashed out at Booker who narrowly dodged her, the smile gone from his face.
“Lisette,” he said, not daring to take his eyes off his opponent as he dodged another attack. “Mila doesn’t take very good care of her pets does she?” Mila saw where this was going too late and before she could get to her, Booker had Charlie by the arm again. “Why don’t you let me have her?” he snarled, his grip tight enough to bruise Char’s arm. Now he did glance at Lisette and he jerked his head at her. “I’ll be at the usual place,” he said, giving her a pointed look. “You two play nice for a while. I know we will.” He grinned and slung Charlie over his shoulder in one fluid motion. Then he was off down the street at an incredible speed.
Mila leapt to chase after him.
It has to stop. Oh god, make it stop! She’d been reduced to begging, but she didn’t care because it had worked. Booker released the girl with a contemptuous remark that had fallen on deaf ears. She was too preoccupied to pay him any attention as he pushed Charlie and sent her stumbling forward. Mila caught Char in her arms as the slender girl fell heavily into her, still shivering from her encounter with Booker. Charlie was clinging to her as if to get herself as far away from him as possible. Mila felt a sudden swell of emotion as the human leaned instinctively closer to her. Her own arms wrapped around her more securely and she held her close.
Then Charlie looked up at her. The expression on her face managed to reach inside and wrench that human part of Mila until the vampire’s own beautiful features were contorted with guilt and anguish. Mila blinked down at her, her eyes wider than usual, studying Charlie’s face as if she were trying to find the right words to say. The girl’s eyes were wet and wretched, her had lips parted with an awful shudder and she seemed to be silently pleading with the older woman to help her, to do something. There was a hint of blame too, and Mila knew she deserved every bit of it. She could see that Charlie thought she was going to die. It made her want to cry, but of course that was something she couldn’t do anymore. Instead she shook her head ever so slightly, unable to look away from the girl’s imploring eyes if she’d tried, her throat feeling painfully constricted. You’re not, you’re not going to die, I won’t let you. Mila touched the side of her face carefully, hesitantly, as if she might break. She swept her thumb ever so gently over her cheek to wipe away the last tear that had spilled over her pale skin.
”I’m sorry…’ she heard Charlie murmur.
“Sorry?” Mila choked softly, swallowing the ache as she looked down at her in disbelief. “Don't, please, don’t apologize, I’m the one who-..”
Lisette was pulling her out of her arms, up into a standing position. The act so infuriated Mila that she nearly lashed out at her but she had to check herself instead because really, they had all the power and if she took a swing at one of them now they would be on her and Charlie before either of them could blink. So she stood there and trembled with fury as Lisette ran her hands all over Charlie and appraised her like she was some kind of material good. The look Mila gave Lisette was murder.
They were talking about hunting. They wanted Charlie to tag along. The girl was shaking her head emphatically no, but that had only made both Booker and Lisette laugh.
“Let's get going then,” Lisette was saying. “The night won't last forever, darlings. Or at least it won't for some of us."
“I’m done. I’m not hungry,” Mila lied. In fact, she could feel her own thirst betraying her. She’d only had a taste earlier that night and she was still feeling famished. Up until then, she’d been able to ignore the wickedly tantalizing vulnerability in Charlie and the memory of the times she’d fed from her…but she was scared to think about how long she’d be able to keep the temptation at bay, especially with the scent blood in the air. She told herself she would think of the look that Charlie had just given her, she would recall the tug of human sentiment, and that would be enough to banish her monstrous craving. But she knew it wouldn’t, and she felt ashamed.
Before she could continue to argue, she heard a sound and snapped her eyes to Lisette, knowing she’d heard it too.
"Hear that?"
Mila’s stiffened posture was enough to confirm, though she knew Lisette wasn’t really asking.
"I-I don't hear anything..."
"You wouldn't. You're human."
The vampire said it like it was an insult. Mila gave Lisette a contemptuous look and then glanced at Charlie as if to say ignore her. The girl looked like she was crumbling.
"Let's go, and Mila! Don't let her slow us down."
Booker was behind both of them immediately, giving them little choice but to follow Lisette’s swiftly disappearing form. Mila moved to Charlie’s side and nudged her crossed arms. She reached and took one the girl’s hands in her own and held it tight. There wasn’t anything she could say with Booker so close behind them and both vampire’s ability to overhear them anyway, so she gave Char’s hand a squeeze and tried to communicate even just a fraction of what she couldn’t say out loud. I’ll protect you, I swear it.
They weren’t moving very fast, for their capabilities anyways, but Charlie was stumbling alongside Mila to keep pace. It didn’t take long to reach the unfortunate man and as soon as he came into sight, Lisette skipped off to have her way with him. When Mila felt the impulse to make Charlie look away from the grizzly sight, a nasty voice in her head reminded her that the girl had already experienced it first hand. Still she turned to her anyway to distract her somehow and saw that her face was ashen.
"Charlie...?"
"There you go, Mi."
Mila shuddered as the scent of the man’s blood suddenly flooded her senses, deliciously intoxicating. Lisette was in front of them already, grinning and shoving the unconscious man into Mila’s arms. She caught his body and held him half upright, her only concern now being the overwhelmingly enticing blood on his neck where Lisette had already had a taste. Mila’s canines were immediately sharp. She wanted nothing else in that moment than to press her lips to the same spot and finish the job. She was practically salivating over him, hesitating only because in the back of her mind she knew there some reason why she didn’t want to lean down and lap up Lisette’s leftovers…
"No, oh my god no."
She heard Charlie’s desperate voice and was suddenly conscious of the fact that her mouth was open and quivering over the man’s neck.
"Mitch..."
Mila wrenched her head back and gave a maddened sort of groan, as if it was nearly too much to ask herself not to bite down. She physically needed it.
“You know him?” she rasped, gritting her teeth and looking up, away from the scarlet temptation. “He’s your…your…” she was too distracted to find the right word. She needed to get away from this tormenting scent. She swallowed and half dragged him to a doorstep in the alley, propping him up in sitting position so that he was leaning against the brick. She turned away from him sharply and paced and took deep breaths of the city air and tried to calm herself.
“I don’t want him,” she said finally, her eyes still black with bloodlust as she glared at Lisette and then at Booker.
Booker had chuckled with delight when Charlie backed into him unknowingly. He had put his hands on her thin shoulders and had leaned down to speak to her in a soothing voice. “Watch,” he whispered, his face lighting up as he realized that the human was already fixed on the scene. She was trembling and running her hands over her face in distress. “Relax,” Booker exhaled, smirking as he began kneading her shoulders, making the muscle soft and loose. “A friend of yours? It’s alright, he feels good right now. He loves it even. You like it too, deep down.”
Mila had finally caught her breath when she noticed what Booker was doing to her. Before he could register her movement, she had shoved him violently away from the girl, sending him sprawling backward until his back hit the brick wall on the opposite side of the alley street. The force of it looked painful but when Booker raised his head, there was grin on his handsome face.
“You’re too easy to get to, Mila,” he sneered, hiding a wince as he straightened up.
Mila was walking toward him like she was going to kill him. He backed away from her, still smiling sinisterly, his hands up as if to say ok, ok, enough already. It didn’t seem to deter her. “You really do get cranky when you’re hungry,” he teased, as the two of them circled around each other tensely. Mila was being impulsive and she knew it but the need to satiate her hunger was making her feel feral. She lashed out at Booker who narrowly dodged her, the smile gone from his face.
“Lisette,” he said, not daring to take his eyes off his opponent as he dodged another attack. “Mila doesn’t take very good care of her pets does she?” Mila saw where this was going too late and before she could get to her, Booker had Charlie by the arm again. “Why don’t you let me have her?” he snarled, his grip tight enough to bruise Char’s arm. Now he did glance at Lisette and he jerked his head at her. “I’ll be at the usual place,” he said, giving her a pointed look. “You two play nice for a while. I know we will.” He grinned and slung Charlie over his shoulder in one fluid motion. Then he was off down the street at an incredible speed.
Mila leapt to chase after him.
Woah, that really is just like our RP :O That's crazy! It sounds really beautiful, what's the music that goes with it? I feel like I also see things all the time that remind me of our RP, like a comment that someone makes or a song on the radio, and I'll think hey that reminds me of Lisette, or I could see Charlie feeling that way x) Clearly it's on my mind. Nothing as perfect as your routine though!
I'm so glad it went well with your friend! That makes me so happy x) And her mom already knew too, lol. So do you think you'll tell your parents about it? It's not like you have to feel rushed to tell everyone at once, but I bet the thought of telling them doesn't seem as bad now.
It really was so much fun! I would love to be a camp counselor at a camp like that one summer, but probably not a religious one. That was the only over-night camp I went to, but I went to a couple day camps too. Oooh math camp x) I wonder what that would be like? My brother's doing an aerospace engineering camp this summer. That's what he wants to do in the future so he's super excited, even though he doesn't really show it lol.
Ahaha! xD what a coincidence! That's funny, I would've laughed too. Yeah, I guess I don't really want the drama back lol, life is much easier without it.
Oh no, is Silver Linings going to make me cry? D: Well, I do like emotional movies, I'm sure I'll like it. I think I'll watch it by myself. I never cry at movies when I'm with someone else, even my family. I'm just like, hold it in, hold it in x) We watched Fatal Attraction last night and it was so good. I'd already seen it. It's pretty scary actually, have you seen it? It's about a dude who cheats on his wife with a woman who turns out to be sort of insane. With Michael Douglas and Glenn Close.
Haha, I think it says that you are talented and passionate about dance! And oh wow, that is really impressive, congratulations!! So you create the whole dance and then perform it? That's pretty amazing. What was your routine like? What was the music? Is acro like acrobatic?
I don't know if I can say that I completely understand it, but I'm sure that it must have been a really tough time for you :/ I guess I can see how a person might get addicted to the release of adrenaline, especially if they feel like they're unable to feel emotion properly. I'm glad it's a thing of the past for you now and it shows strength that you were able to get past it. Just so you know, your writing suggests a great depth of emotional intelligence. You describe certain subtle, nonverbal cues in your characters to imply what they're feeling and you react to mine beautifully. I don't know what I'm trying to say exactly, just that, you don't have to feel emotionally stunted because you're definitely not. You feel it all! I know that I get overwhelmed with feeling sometimes until it's just exhausting x) I guess actually getting it out is a whole other matter.. Writing to the rescue!! x) Just naming what I'm feeling (which sounds kind of stupid I know) and writing it down makes it better. But obviously you must know all of this already since you're here, doing this fabulous, totally emotional RP with me, and you don't need me to tell you all this - some random girl on the internet x) Anyways, I don't mean to sound so mushy, but it's a relief to hear that it's something you're done with.
Some random kid in your pictures lol xD That's great that your family would not only be ok with it, but they'd actually celebrate!
Oh, thank you! <3 That's genuinely how I feel about it. And yeah, feel free to paraphrase it or do whatever you want with it, I'd be flattered! x) Actually, I keep re-reading your compliment, cuz it makes me feel really good x) So we're even lol.
Yay! We can both be Harrys to our Ron/Hermione friends respectively xD We need to find our Ginny though. Hah, I hope if you do go on a blind date, you have a better experience! It's a fun idea...that can turn out so badly x) Just make sure you reallllyy trust the judgement of the person setting you up xD
You should go, it's amazing!! I was 20 when I went and I bought a wand :D #dontcare. Harry Potter is the best, I'm such a potterhead too. Have you ever watched A Very Potter Musical?? So hilarious!! I wish another book series like it would come out. My friends and I and even my brother would go the midnight releases of the books and the movies.
Your post was great, no worries! Is Moncton a town? It's ok that you can't post (although I'll miss ya) because I just got the most exciting news today!! My friend and old roommate who I always mention is driving down from Canada to the states to visit a bunch of people including me and I can't wait to see her!! 8D I'm so excited I can't even tell you. I haven't seen her in so long. She's coming on Saturday, and staying for a couple days, so I might not get the chance to be on that much those few days. I'll reply before then of course ;)
I'm so glad it went well with your friend! That makes me so happy x) And her mom already knew too, lol. So do you think you'll tell your parents about it? It's not like you have to feel rushed to tell everyone at once, but I bet the thought of telling them doesn't seem as bad now.
It really was so much fun! I would love to be a camp counselor at a camp like that one summer, but probably not a religious one. That was the only over-night camp I went to, but I went to a couple day camps too. Oooh math camp x) I wonder what that would be like? My brother's doing an aerospace engineering camp this summer. That's what he wants to do in the future so he's super excited, even though he doesn't really show it lol.
Ahaha! xD what a coincidence! That's funny, I would've laughed too. Yeah, I guess I don't really want the drama back lol, life is much easier without it.
Oh no, is Silver Linings going to make me cry? D: Well, I do like emotional movies, I'm sure I'll like it. I think I'll watch it by myself. I never cry at movies when I'm with someone else, even my family. I'm just like, hold it in, hold it in x) We watched Fatal Attraction last night and it was so good. I'd already seen it. It's pretty scary actually, have you seen it? It's about a dude who cheats on his wife with a woman who turns out to be sort of insane. With Michael Douglas and Glenn Close.
Haha, I think it says that you are talented and passionate about dance! And oh wow, that is really impressive, congratulations!! So you create the whole dance and then perform it? That's pretty amazing. What was your routine like? What was the music? Is acro like acrobatic?
I don't know if I can say that I completely understand it, but I'm sure that it must have been a really tough time for you :/ I guess I can see how a person might get addicted to the release of adrenaline, especially if they feel like they're unable to feel emotion properly. I'm glad it's a thing of the past for you now and it shows strength that you were able to get past it. Just so you know, your writing suggests a great depth of emotional intelligence. You describe certain subtle, nonverbal cues in your characters to imply what they're feeling and you react to mine beautifully. I don't know what I'm trying to say exactly, just that, you don't have to feel emotionally stunted because you're definitely not. You feel it all! I know that I get overwhelmed with feeling sometimes until it's just exhausting x) I guess actually getting it out is a whole other matter.. Writing to the rescue!! x) Just naming what I'm feeling (which sounds kind of stupid I know) and writing it down makes it better. But obviously you must know all of this already since you're here, doing this fabulous, totally emotional RP with me, and you don't need me to tell you all this - some random girl on the internet x) Anyways, I don't mean to sound so mushy, but it's a relief to hear that it's something you're done with.
Some random kid in your pictures lol xD That's great that your family would not only be ok with it, but they'd actually celebrate!
Oh, thank you! <3 That's genuinely how I feel about it. And yeah, feel free to paraphrase it or do whatever you want with it, I'd be flattered! x) Actually, I keep re-reading your compliment, cuz it makes me feel really good x) So we're even lol.
Yay! We can both be Harrys to our Ron/Hermione friends respectively xD We need to find our Ginny though. Hah, I hope if you do go on a blind date, you have a better experience! It's a fun idea...that can turn out so badly x) Just make sure you reallllyy trust the judgement of the person setting you up xD
You should go, it's amazing!! I was 20 when I went and I bought a wand :D #dontcare. Harry Potter is the best, I'm such a potterhead too. Have you ever watched A Very Potter Musical?? So hilarious!! I wish another book series like it would come out. My friends and I and even my brother would go the midnight releases of the books and the movies.
Your post was great, no worries! Is Moncton a town? It's ok that you can't post (although I'll miss ya) because I just got the most exciting news today!! My friend and old roommate who I always mention is driving down from Canada to the states to visit a bunch of people including me and I can't wait to see her!! 8D I'm so excited I can't even tell you. I haven't seen her in so long. She's coming on Saturday, and staying for a couple days, so I might not get the chance to be on that much those few days. I'll reply before then of course ;)
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