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Oh man, if you're pissed off at me I totally understand x) I posted though!! It's lengthy, but there's a lot of dialogue, plus I wanted to set it up well! I'll for sure post much, much more manageable replies in the future. That is, if you're still into this RP, which I hope you are!
“And finally she couldn’t take it anymore, so she broke into her father’s study, stole his gun…and shot herself in the head!”
“You dumbass, everyone knows she hanged herself.”
“You guys are both idiots. No one died in that house, it was just a gimmick to attract buyers.”
“What do you think Jace, you’re the one that’s been there before.”
Jace Callahan took one last swig of his beer and chucked the can out into the tangled underbrush. It was a Friday night and he and his group of friends were trudging through the woods on the outskirts of town. It was late, just past midnight, and the moon hung high and round in the sky, peaking in and out from behind dark clouds. All around them came the sounds of early summer – bullfrogs and crickets, a warm, heavy breeze that rustled the leaves. Jace and his friends were too drunk and loud to pay much attention to anything else but themselves as they laughed and joked and stumbled along the narrow forest path. There wasn’t much to do on a Friday night in Asheville, except drink. And get into trouble. Earlier that night someone had suggested that they go break into the old house outside of town, old Rain Manor.
“Who cares, the whole family’s dead now,” Jace replied, pushing past a few branches. He ran a hand through his dark, tousled hair, then tugged on his t-shirt. It was damp from the humidity. “I don’t know why they don’t just bulldoze the whole place down. It’s a dump.”
Jace had been to the house once before, when he was only ten years old. His two older brothers had dragged him along to pull a prank on him, coaxing him inside and then sneaking off to leave him alone in the big empty manor. Jace had nearly died of fright as he wandered through the maze of corridors, softly calling out his brothers’ names, hot, angry tears threatening to spill over his cheeks. Every shadow had seemed like a threat, every creak of the floorboards had made him jump out of his skin. And then, just when he’d almost given up hope of ever finding his way out again, something very strange had happened. It was all a vague memory now, but he remembered turning a corner and feeling a sudden wave of nostalgia. All of a sudden, he knew exactly where he was and how to get out, almost as if he’d done it a hundred times before. In no time, he was back outside, sprinting as fast as he could through the woods to get home. Of course, he had never told anyone about that bizarre night, or about the mean trick his brothers’ had played – his ego wouldn’t let him. Afterward, he hadn’t talked to either of his brothers for a week.
But ever since that childhood experience, Jace had felt inexplicably drawn to the old house. He often thought about going back to it. He’d even had a few dreams where he would find himself wandering through the endless rooms, looking for something he’d forgotten about. Although, by the time he woke up, he could never remember what it was he’d been looking for. The house bothered him, but not because he thought it was creepy. Rather, because it now felt so familiar. It beckoned to him, drawing him in like a magnet.
“Are we there yet? We should have gone swimming in the lake instead.”
“Quit whining, it’s right there.”
They had come to the top of a hill where the woods opened up a little to reveal an enormous iron gate. The bars were blotched with rust and covered with ivy. A faded, yellow sign read: TRESSPASSORS WILL BE PROSECUTED
“Over here,” Jace said, leading them to an area of the fence where the bars had been forced open. The opening was partially hidden by a curtain of weeds. It was just wide enough for them to squeeze through. One by one, they crawled through the gap, their skin and clothes catching on the rough iron bars. Finally, all five of them stood on the wide, unkempt lawn that sprawled out from around the gigantic house.
“There it is. Rain Manor.”
They stared silently up at the house, which somehow seemed to glare right back at them. The Victorian-style architecture made a sharp, menacing silhouette on the moonlit sky. It might have been beautiful once; now its beams were rotted, its roof sagging, and all the windows and doors were boarded up with rusted nails. There was something else about the house too…but it was hard to name. It had a presence, it felt alive. There was an aura around it that was more than just unsettling. It felt evil.
“…uh, yeah…we should have gone swimming,” somebody said.
“Aw, he’s scared.”
“No I’m not! I just think… well, look at it! It’s probably full of homeless creeps and meth addic-...”
“Come on,” Jace interrupted his friends, and motioned for them to follow him. The doors were boarded up, but he knew another way into the house. He led them around the back until they finally reached an old cellar door. The enormous lock around its doors had evidently been broken a long time ago – violently struck by something repeatedly so that it now lay on the ground among a tangle of weeds. Jace tugged on of the heavy cellar door handles. It opened easily.
“I wasn’t kidding about there being some psychopath possibly living in this place…”
“You wanna stay out here by yourself?”
“Hell no.”
Soon all five of them were creeping through the damp cellar, using their phones as flashlights. A set of stairs led them to the main floor, where they found themselves in a well-sized kitchen. Though the house had been deserted for years, it wasn’t empty. Furniture, books, photographs, and all sorts of other personal items still filled the rooms. Most of the furniture was antique, but the appliances looked to be from the late 70’s. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust and mildew. Jace had wondered if that nostalgic feeling would come back to him once he’d entered the house… but he felt nothing. He still continued to lead the other boys, who were all feeling a lot braver now.
“This place is disgusting!”
“Aw, we shoulda brought spray paint!”
“Anyone have a lighter?”
While his friends planned destructive ways to tag the house, Jace quietly broke away from the group to explore on his own. He turned left down a hall, then right, past a set of stairs and through a large doorway. His friends’ voices grew softer and softer until he could no longer hear them. Finally he came to a big room with a massive fireplace. A floorboard creaked under his step and he suddenly felt ten years old again. He passed his phone flashlight slowly over the walls and furniture as he moved carefully about the room.
Something dropped on the floor.
Jace spun around at the unexpected sound, his heart racing. He swung the light frantically back and forth, looking for who ever was in the room with him. Eventually his light fell upon a framed picture on the floor. Apparently it had fallen over from an end table. The glass was partially shattered. Feeling a little more at ease, Jace knelt and picked it up, holding the flashlight close to study the face.
It was a girl. Sixteen, maybe seventeen, with dark hair and fair skin and captivating eyes. She was beautiful. Jace was still staring at her memorized when a hand suddenly slammed onto his shoulder making him yelp.
“Ahahahaaa! Got yaaa!”
“Look at his face! Oh my god, haha!”
“We were wondering where’d you snuck off to.”
One of his friends grabbed the picture from him.
“Oh damn. She’s hot.”
“Dude, that’s the girl that killed herself.”
“No way.”
“Yeah, that’s her!”
Jace snatched the photo away again and turned it over. There was a name on the back, scrawled in black ink.
“…Lilika Rain,” he read out loud.
“What the hell, give it back! I wasn’t done looking at her.”
Someone grabbed it again. As it was pulled from his hand, Jace gave a gasp as a shard of the broken glass sliced through his palm.
He swore under his breath, but it was too dark for anyone to see the blood gushing from his hand. The other boys were reading the name aloud too now.
“Lilika Rain?”
“Lilika Rain!”
Lilika Rain! Come out, come out wherever you are! Ahaha!”
“You dumbass, everyone knows she hanged herself.”
“You guys are both idiots. No one died in that house, it was just a gimmick to attract buyers.”
“What do you think Jace, you’re the one that’s been there before.”
Jace Callahan took one last swig of his beer and chucked the can out into the tangled underbrush. It was a Friday night and he and his group of friends were trudging through the woods on the outskirts of town. It was late, just past midnight, and the moon hung high and round in the sky, peaking in and out from behind dark clouds. All around them came the sounds of early summer – bullfrogs and crickets, a warm, heavy breeze that rustled the leaves. Jace and his friends were too drunk and loud to pay much attention to anything else but themselves as they laughed and joked and stumbled along the narrow forest path. There wasn’t much to do on a Friday night in Asheville, except drink. And get into trouble. Earlier that night someone had suggested that they go break into the old house outside of town, old Rain Manor.
“Who cares, the whole family’s dead now,” Jace replied, pushing past a few branches. He ran a hand through his dark, tousled hair, then tugged on his t-shirt. It was damp from the humidity. “I don’t know why they don’t just bulldoze the whole place down. It’s a dump.”
Jace had been to the house once before, when he was only ten years old. His two older brothers had dragged him along to pull a prank on him, coaxing him inside and then sneaking off to leave him alone in the big empty manor. Jace had nearly died of fright as he wandered through the maze of corridors, softly calling out his brothers’ names, hot, angry tears threatening to spill over his cheeks. Every shadow had seemed like a threat, every creak of the floorboards had made him jump out of his skin. And then, just when he’d almost given up hope of ever finding his way out again, something very strange had happened. It was all a vague memory now, but he remembered turning a corner and feeling a sudden wave of nostalgia. All of a sudden, he knew exactly where he was and how to get out, almost as if he’d done it a hundred times before. In no time, he was back outside, sprinting as fast as he could through the woods to get home. Of course, he had never told anyone about that bizarre night, or about the mean trick his brothers’ had played – his ego wouldn’t let him. Afterward, he hadn’t talked to either of his brothers for a week.
But ever since that childhood experience, Jace had felt inexplicably drawn to the old house. He often thought about going back to it. He’d even had a few dreams where he would find himself wandering through the endless rooms, looking for something he’d forgotten about. Although, by the time he woke up, he could never remember what it was he’d been looking for. The house bothered him, but not because he thought it was creepy. Rather, because it now felt so familiar. It beckoned to him, drawing him in like a magnet.
“Are we there yet? We should have gone swimming in the lake instead.”
“Quit whining, it’s right there.”
They had come to the top of a hill where the woods opened up a little to reveal an enormous iron gate. The bars were blotched with rust and covered with ivy. A faded, yellow sign read: TRESSPASSORS WILL BE PROSECUTED
“Over here,” Jace said, leading them to an area of the fence where the bars had been forced open. The opening was partially hidden by a curtain of weeds. It was just wide enough for them to squeeze through. One by one, they crawled through the gap, their skin and clothes catching on the rough iron bars. Finally, all five of them stood on the wide, unkempt lawn that sprawled out from around the gigantic house.
“There it is. Rain Manor.”
They stared silently up at the house, which somehow seemed to glare right back at them. The Victorian-style architecture made a sharp, menacing silhouette on the moonlit sky. It might have been beautiful once; now its beams were rotted, its roof sagging, and all the windows and doors were boarded up with rusted nails. There was something else about the house too…but it was hard to name. It had a presence, it felt alive. There was an aura around it that was more than just unsettling. It felt evil.
“…uh, yeah…we should have gone swimming,” somebody said.
“Aw, he’s scared.”
“No I’m not! I just think… well, look at it! It’s probably full of homeless creeps and meth addic-...”
“Come on,” Jace interrupted his friends, and motioned for them to follow him. The doors were boarded up, but he knew another way into the house. He led them around the back until they finally reached an old cellar door. The enormous lock around its doors had evidently been broken a long time ago – violently struck by something repeatedly so that it now lay on the ground among a tangle of weeds. Jace tugged on of the heavy cellar door handles. It opened easily.
“I wasn’t kidding about there being some psychopath possibly living in this place…”
“You wanna stay out here by yourself?”
“Hell no.”
Soon all five of them were creeping through the damp cellar, using their phones as flashlights. A set of stairs led them to the main floor, where they found themselves in a well-sized kitchen. Though the house had been deserted for years, it wasn’t empty. Furniture, books, photographs, and all sorts of other personal items still filled the rooms. Most of the furniture was antique, but the appliances looked to be from the late 70’s. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust and mildew. Jace had wondered if that nostalgic feeling would come back to him once he’d entered the house… but he felt nothing. He still continued to lead the other boys, who were all feeling a lot braver now.
“This place is disgusting!”
“Aw, we shoulda brought spray paint!”
“Anyone have a lighter?”
While his friends planned destructive ways to tag the house, Jace quietly broke away from the group to explore on his own. He turned left down a hall, then right, past a set of stairs and through a large doorway. His friends’ voices grew softer and softer until he could no longer hear them. Finally he came to a big room with a massive fireplace. A floorboard creaked under his step and he suddenly felt ten years old again. He passed his phone flashlight slowly over the walls and furniture as he moved carefully about the room.
Something dropped on the floor.
Jace spun around at the unexpected sound, his heart racing. He swung the light frantically back and forth, looking for who ever was in the room with him. Eventually his light fell upon a framed picture on the floor. Apparently it had fallen over from an end table. The glass was partially shattered. Feeling a little more at ease, Jace knelt and picked it up, holding the flashlight close to study the face.
It was a girl. Sixteen, maybe seventeen, with dark hair and fair skin and captivating eyes. She was beautiful. Jace was still staring at her memorized when a hand suddenly slammed onto his shoulder making him yelp.
“Ahahahaaa! Got yaaa!”
“Look at his face! Oh my god, haha!”
“We were wondering where’d you snuck off to.”
One of his friends grabbed the picture from him.
“Oh damn. She’s hot.”
“Dude, that’s the girl that killed herself.”
“No way.”
“Yeah, that’s her!”
Jace snatched the photo away again and turned it over. There was a name on the back, scrawled in black ink.
“…Lilika Rain,” he read out loud.
“What the hell, give it back! I wasn’t done looking at her.”
Someone grabbed it again. As it was pulled from his hand, Jace gave a gasp as a shard of the broken glass sliced through his palm.
He swore under his breath, but it was too dark for anyone to see the blood gushing from his hand. The other boys were reading the name aloud too now.
“Lilika Rain?”
“Lilika Rain!”
Lilika Rain! Come out, come out wherever you are! Ahaha!”
Mila’s expression brightened as Charlie praised her cooking skills. She always considered it a personal triumph when her meals came out a success. It was no easy feat to cook something without being able to taste test it. Food just turned to ashes in her mouth. Oddly enough, she could still appreciate the aroma of food and drink. But of course, they held no appeal to her appetite now.
“Thanks, I’m glad you like it~” She leaned forward against the island, opposite Charlie. “I don’t cook very often to be honest, although I do enjoy it. I used to sneak into the kitchen when I was just a girl and help the servan-.. ah.. the maids – I used to help them prepare meals. My mother never liked it when I did that,” she laughed. “Anyway, I’ve had a long time to practice. I should cook dinner for you sometime.”
She was turning back toward the sink to finish rinsing and stacking when she saw Charlie stumble out of the corner of her eye. She might have easily crossed the short distance between them to catch her, but such a quick movement would have given her away. Instead, she reacted at “normal speed,” stepping to Charlie’s side and placing a concerned hand on her shoulder.
“You’re sure you’re alright?” she asked, leaning forward to examine her again. It was normal of course, for Charlie to feel a little weak. “Hopefully you’re not getting sick or anything. Do you feel feverish?” She pressed the back of her cool hand to Charlie’s forehead and let it linger there for a moment. Then she slowly moved it to the side of her neck. She could feel her pulse beating deliciously hard and fast beneath her fingers, pumping that scarlet blush across her cheeks. “Well, you do feel a little warm at the moment,” she teased softly, “But I don’t think it’s a fever. I have to confess, there’s a bug going around the office right now. I hope I didn’t give it to you. I’d hate it if it was my fault you felt this way…”
Mila was pleased to see that the girl was actually taking it pretty well, compared to some others she’d “sampled.” No cause for alarm so far, but she would have to make sure to be careful. Charlie was so petite after all. The vampire would be disappointed if she accidently went overboard. She was by no means inextricably attached to this human yet, but the girl was growing on her. And last night she had tasted ..indescribable. The best she’d had in a long time. Still, Mila had learned early on not to get too attached to her food. She always resisted developing any kind of silly, emotional attachment.
"Oh, and if you need any help here is my cell number."
“I’ll text you later so you’ll have mine too,” she replied, taking the slip of paper. “And yes, wine is a must! Oh, before I forget, do you have a spare key I can use?” Mila picked up her purse from the counter and moved toward the doorway to slip on her heels.
"Do you have any movie preferences?"
“Hm, I do have a love for the classics. You know, Hollywood's Golden Age," she said, looking nostalgic. “Gone with the Wind, Casablanca… there was that vampire movie too, I’m forgetting the name. I haven’t seen it in ages. It was so scandalous at the time,” she laughed, then added, “At least, I imagine it was. Something like that might be fun. Or whatever you think looks good. I trust your judgment.” She winked.
“Ok, I’m off.” With her purse tucked under her arm, she turned toward the door. “I’ll see you tonight. Keep the receipt for that wine, I want to split it with you.” She flashed Charlie a smile and left the apartment to collect her things. She had nothing to fetch of course; everything she had was in the car parked downstairs. She would need to go buy a few things to make it appear that she owned more than she did at the moment. Shampoo, toothpaste – all those things she didn’t need. Pajamas too. A mischievous smirk flickered across her face as she wondered what she could get away with..
She was back a little later than she said she’d be. It was closer to six when she slipped the key in the door and turned the knob.
“Thanks, I’m glad you like it~” She leaned forward against the island, opposite Charlie. “I don’t cook very often to be honest, although I do enjoy it. I used to sneak into the kitchen when I was just a girl and help the servan-.. ah.. the maids – I used to help them prepare meals. My mother never liked it when I did that,” she laughed. “Anyway, I’ve had a long time to practice. I should cook dinner for you sometime.”
She was turning back toward the sink to finish rinsing and stacking when she saw Charlie stumble out of the corner of her eye. She might have easily crossed the short distance between them to catch her, but such a quick movement would have given her away. Instead, she reacted at “normal speed,” stepping to Charlie’s side and placing a concerned hand on her shoulder.
“You’re sure you’re alright?” she asked, leaning forward to examine her again. It was normal of course, for Charlie to feel a little weak. “Hopefully you’re not getting sick or anything. Do you feel feverish?” She pressed the back of her cool hand to Charlie’s forehead and let it linger there for a moment. Then she slowly moved it to the side of her neck. She could feel her pulse beating deliciously hard and fast beneath her fingers, pumping that scarlet blush across her cheeks. “Well, you do feel a little warm at the moment,” she teased softly, “But I don’t think it’s a fever. I have to confess, there’s a bug going around the office right now. I hope I didn’t give it to you. I’d hate it if it was my fault you felt this way…”
Mila was pleased to see that the girl was actually taking it pretty well, compared to some others she’d “sampled.” No cause for alarm so far, but she would have to make sure to be careful. Charlie was so petite after all. The vampire would be disappointed if she accidently went overboard. She was by no means inextricably attached to this human yet, but the girl was growing on her. And last night she had tasted ..indescribable. The best she’d had in a long time. Still, Mila had learned early on not to get too attached to her food. She always resisted developing any kind of silly, emotional attachment.
"Oh, and if you need any help here is my cell number."
“I’ll text you later so you’ll have mine too,” she replied, taking the slip of paper. “And yes, wine is a must! Oh, before I forget, do you have a spare key I can use?” Mila picked up her purse from the counter and moved toward the doorway to slip on her heels.
"Do you have any movie preferences?"
“Hm, I do have a love for the classics. You know, Hollywood's Golden Age," she said, looking nostalgic. “Gone with the Wind, Casablanca… there was that vampire movie too, I’m forgetting the name. I haven’t seen it in ages. It was so scandalous at the time,” she laughed, then added, “At least, I imagine it was. Something like that might be fun. Or whatever you think looks good. I trust your judgment.” She winked.
“Ok, I’m off.” With her purse tucked under her arm, she turned toward the door. “I’ll see you tonight. Keep the receipt for that wine, I want to split it with you.” She flashed Charlie a smile and left the apartment to collect her things. She had nothing to fetch of course; everything she had was in the car parked downstairs. She would need to go buy a few things to make it appear that she owned more than she did at the moment. Shampoo, toothpaste – all those things she didn’t need. Pajamas too. A mischievous smirk flickered across her face as she wondered what she could get away with..
She was back a little later than she said she’d be. It was closer to six when she slipped the key in the door and turned the knob.
Omg, Game of Thrones! I literally just watched an episode earlier today! I only have the season 3 finale left until I'm caught up - just in time for the season 4 premiere. The episode I just watched is the one where that disgusting old geezer with the child wife killed Rob and his mother. With Arya right outside. The emotions are too much ;_; Jon Snow is extremely lovable. And yeah, Dany is awesome x) And Arya is a total badass. I hope something horrific happens to that little prick Joffrey. Oh but I like the Tyrell girl that he's supposed to marry. I know I'm supposed to hate Cersei but I just can't because of totally shallow reasons x)
The Walking Dead isn't as good now as when it first started unfortunately, but I still watch it religiously lol. I used to be addicted to Law and Order SVU a few years ago, but I haven't watched it in forever! I tried to watch American Horror story but... the thing is, I don't think anyone would guess this about me, but I'm sort of a wimp when it comes to scary movies/shows haha xD I couldn't get through the first episode, because I was watching it alone, at night. Yeah, yeah pathetic, I know xD I need to watch it with my friends or my sister or something. Have you ever seen Orange is the New Black? It's on Netflix and it's soooo good. Just be careful though, because if you ever decide to watch it, you'll be tempted to binge through the entire season x)
Japan was amazing. The program was only a month, starting in June. We stayed in Okazaki, Aichi Prefecture, which is in the central part of Japan, and we visited Tokyo, Kyoto, Ise, and Nagoya. It was seriously one of the best experiences of my life. There were about 20 of us, all undergrad students. We had a class on japanese traditional and pop culture during the weekdays and had the weekends free to explore. My favorite part were the days we spent in Kyoto, where we visited Inari Shrine, Kiyomizu-dera, and a castle that I'm forgetting the name of.. We met so many great people, everyone we met was so hospitable and interested in talking to us about American culture and what we thought of Japan. Our trip actually took place the summer after that devastating earthquake and tsunami hit Sendai and there was that radiation scare, so we talked to a lot of people about that. All of the public buildings/ government owned buildings and many of the privately owned ones had their A/C low and occasional black outs to help with the power outage in the cities up north. It was incredible to see that kind of community service on a national scale. I made some friends while I was there and we still exchange letters! The food was awesome. The bathrooms were cool. I could talk so much more about Japan xD
Edit: Dang, I think I missed ya, since I took so long to reply x) Just in case, goodnight! Hope your competition goes well!
The Walking Dead isn't as good now as when it first started unfortunately, but I still watch it religiously lol. I used to be addicted to Law and Order SVU a few years ago, but I haven't watched it in forever! I tried to watch American Horror story but... the thing is, I don't think anyone would guess this about me, but I'm sort of a wimp when it comes to scary movies/shows haha xD I couldn't get through the first episode, because I was watching it alone, at night. Yeah, yeah pathetic, I know xD I need to watch it with my friends or my sister or something. Have you ever seen Orange is the New Black? It's on Netflix and it's soooo good. Just be careful though, because if you ever decide to watch it, you'll be tempted to binge through the entire season x)
Japan was amazing. The program was only a month, starting in June. We stayed in Okazaki, Aichi Prefecture, which is in the central part of Japan, and we visited Tokyo, Kyoto, Ise, and Nagoya. It was seriously one of the best experiences of my life. There were about 20 of us, all undergrad students. We had a class on japanese traditional and pop culture during the weekdays and had the weekends free to explore. My favorite part were the days we spent in Kyoto, where we visited Inari Shrine, Kiyomizu-dera, and a castle that I'm forgetting the name of.. We met so many great people, everyone we met was so hospitable and interested in talking to us about American culture and what we thought of Japan. Our trip actually took place the summer after that devastating earthquake and tsunami hit Sendai and there was that radiation scare, so we talked to a lot of people about that. All of the public buildings/ government owned buildings and many of the privately owned ones had their A/C low and occasional black outs to help with the power outage in the cities up north. It was incredible to see that kind of community service on a national scale. I made some friends while I was there and we still exchange letters! The food was awesome. The bathrooms were cool. I could talk so much more about Japan xD
Edit: Dang, I think I missed ya, since I took so long to reply x) Just in case, goodnight! Hope your competition goes well!
What! Even your McDonald's sells it?? Man, they should try it on the US market, I bet it would sell. I think it's pretty interesting that McDonald's and other franchises like Subway will customize their menu depending on their location. I did a short study abroad in Japan one summer and a group of us decided to try a McDonalds over there at least once. They actually had burgers where instead of bread for the buns, there were rice buns! There were some other differences too, more seafood options. Also the portion sizes were waaaaaay smaller than what we're used lol x)
Yeah, I do prefer FxF. But I also like playing male characters opposite a female love interest. I've only been doing role plays for the past two years, off and on, depending on how busy I am. I started out only playing male characters, funny enough. The very first role play I ever did was here on this site, but the old version. It was a Pirate's of the Caribbean RP, and I was Captain Jack Sparrow lol x) I'm really only attracted to original plots now, instead of ones based on tv shows, books, etc. But speaking of tv shows, do you have any you're in to? I'm a Walking Dead fan myself x)
Edit: Haha, I don't think I've ever eaten cheese curds. Feels like I'm missing out though.
Yeah, I do prefer FxF. But I also like playing male characters opposite a female love interest. I've only been doing role plays for the past two years, off and on, depending on how busy I am. I started out only playing male characters, funny enough. The very first role play I ever did was here on this site, but the old version. It was a Pirate's of the Caribbean RP, and I was Captain Jack Sparrow lol x) I'm really only attracted to original plots now, instead of ones based on tv shows, books, etc. But speaking of tv shows, do you have any you're in to? I'm a Walking Dead fan myself x)
Edit: Haha, I don't think I've ever eaten cheese curds. Feels like I'm missing out though.
Speaking of "eh," I just remembered this family guy clip.
Poutine is my life. xD I'm positive that my roommate has made an exclamation like this. You guys are driving me crazy, I really want to try it! So Ashton's is the place to get it huh? If I ever do make it up to Canada I will definitely check it out x) I believe you that it's good. I mean, it's fries, cheese and gravy. You just can't go wrong with such a beautiful combination xD
A full length silk robe sounds so elegant x) I should get one too. Although, the weather is warming up here. I switched from the heater to the A/C today.
You don't seem rusty at all! You're one of the better writers I've partnered up with. Do you typically do FxF or do you mix it up?
Gotchya, thanks for the heads up. Best of luck at your competition!
Poutine is my life. xD I'm positive that my roommate has made an exclamation like this. You guys are driving me crazy, I really want to try it! So Ashton's is the place to get it huh? If I ever do make it up to Canada I will definitely check it out x) I believe you that it's good. I mean, it's fries, cheese and gravy. You just can't go wrong with such a beautiful combination xD
A full length silk robe sounds so elegant x) I should get one too. Although, the weather is warming up here. I switched from the heater to the A/C today.
You don't seem rusty at all! You're one of the better writers I've partnered up with. Do you typically do FxF or do you mix it up?
Gotchya, thanks for the heads up. Best of luck at your competition!
"I knew there was a reason I liked you so much."
Mila laughed. “Fastest way to a girl’s heart, right?” she said playfully. She caught Charlie’s faltering smile, just as her roommate lowered her gaze. There was that adorable habit of hers, biting her lower lip. Mila unconsciously ran her tongue over her own lip in response. The vampire was a little surprised to feel its affect, considering she wasn’t very hungry at the moment. Thanks to last night, she was feeling quite satisfied.
“Thirsty?”
“Mm, not anymore,” she replied absently, still pleasantly musing about the events of last night. She blinked and added hastily, “I mean, thanks but…I’ve already eaten actually. Thank you though.” Inwardly, she rolled her eyes at herself for playing it so smooth. To distract Charlie, and because she looked so charming at the moment in her loose fitting tank and messy bun, Mila reached out to lift the girl’s chin with her thumb and forefinger, gently forcing her to look up and meet her gaze.
“Hey, are you feeling alright? You look a little out of it… I hope I didn’t keep you up too late last night.” She was scanning the girl’s features, trying to gauge whether or not her nightly escapades had taken too much of a toll on Charlie. Her eyes dropped down to her neck to look for any telltale markings. When she was satisfied that the wounds had healed, she pulled her hand away again.
“Here. You look hungry. I was hoping I could tempt you with this, as a small way of saying thanks for last night. You were delightful. You really cheered me up.” She slid the bacon onto the plate with scrambled eggs and toast and passed it over the counter toward Charlie. “Don’t worry, I didn’t raid your fridge for this. I ran down to the convenience store earlier this morning and picked up a few things. I suppose I should have asked if you were a vegetarian though…” she said, looking hesitantly at her.
Mila moved toward the kitchen sink to begin cleaning up. “Anyway, I’m going to go pick up my things today, maybe run a few errands. My old place was furnished, so I don’t really own anything in the way of furniture. Just some clothes and few other trinkets. Some books.” She finished scrubbing the skillet and placed it in the dishwasher before turning her full attention back on Charlie. “I should be back around dinner time though. You’ll be here, I hope? I was thinking it would be fun to have a night in, maybe watch a movie or something. You know, to celebrate becoming roommates.” She grinned and leaned back casually against the counter. “What do you think?”
Mila laughed. “Fastest way to a girl’s heart, right?” she said playfully. She caught Charlie’s faltering smile, just as her roommate lowered her gaze. There was that adorable habit of hers, biting her lower lip. Mila unconsciously ran her tongue over her own lip in response. The vampire was a little surprised to feel its affect, considering she wasn’t very hungry at the moment. Thanks to last night, she was feeling quite satisfied.
“Thirsty?”
“Mm, not anymore,” she replied absently, still pleasantly musing about the events of last night. She blinked and added hastily, “I mean, thanks but…I’ve already eaten actually. Thank you though.” Inwardly, she rolled her eyes at herself for playing it so smooth. To distract Charlie, and because she looked so charming at the moment in her loose fitting tank and messy bun, Mila reached out to lift the girl’s chin with her thumb and forefinger, gently forcing her to look up and meet her gaze.
“Hey, are you feeling alright? You look a little out of it… I hope I didn’t keep you up too late last night.” She was scanning the girl’s features, trying to gauge whether or not her nightly escapades had taken too much of a toll on Charlie. Her eyes dropped down to her neck to look for any telltale markings. When she was satisfied that the wounds had healed, she pulled her hand away again.
“Here. You look hungry. I was hoping I could tempt you with this, as a small way of saying thanks for last night. You were delightful. You really cheered me up.” She slid the bacon onto the plate with scrambled eggs and toast and passed it over the counter toward Charlie. “Don’t worry, I didn’t raid your fridge for this. I ran down to the convenience store earlier this morning and picked up a few things. I suppose I should have asked if you were a vegetarian though…” she said, looking hesitantly at her.
Mila moved toward the kitchen sink to begin cleaning up. “Anyway, I’m going to go pick up my things today, maybe run a few errands. My old place was furnished, so I don’t really own anything in the way of furniture. Just some clothes and few other trinkets. Some books.” She finished scrubbing the skillet and placed it in the dishwasher before turning her full attention back on Charlie. “I should be back around dinner time though. You’ll be here, I hope? I was thinking it would be fun to have a night in, maybe watch a movie or something. You know, to celebrate becoming roommates.” She grinned and leaned back casually against the counter. “What do you think?”
Sweet, I'll go check those out!
Haha! I was resisting the urge to ask about "eh," how'd you know?? xD Do you really say it though? Hm, what's something typical we say here.. I can't think of anything x) Probably "like," I don't know. It definitely depends on what state you're from. That's funny, so you're really used to being close to the water. Everywhere I've lived has been land-locked, except San Diego (which I was really too young to remember) and Florida, when we lived right on the bayou. Do you ever eat poutine? My old roomie raves about it all the time.
I guess we'd call a housecoat a bathrobe? But I don't think you'd hang around the house in a bathrobe. So I guess just "robe." I mean, I can picture what it is, but I don't have one myself x) I'm sure other people here have them though. Especially up north, so they don't have to turn the heater up I guess. Heh, housecoat. Like a cozy coat for inside. Oh yeah, no dollars. Loonies and toonies! I'm a regular expert.
Thank you! I like reading your posts too. You're clear and descriptive and you move things along. I can't tell you how lucky I feel that you decided to respond to my interest check.
Haha! I was resisting the urge to ask about "eh," how'd you know?? xD Do you really say it though? Hm, what's something typical we say here.. I can't think of anything x) Probably "like," I don't know. It definitely depends on what state you're from. That's funny, so you're really used to being close to the water. Everywhere I've lived has been land-locked, except San Diego (which I was really too young to remember) and Florida, when we lived right on the bayou. Do you ever eat poutine? My old roomie raves about it all the time.
I guess we'd call a housecoat a bathrobe? But I don't think you'd hang around the house in a bathrobe. So I guess just "robe." I mean, I can picture what it is, but I don't have one myself x) I'm sure other people here have them though. Especially up north, so they don't have to turn the heater up I guess. Heh, housecoat. Like a cozy coat for inside. Oh yeah, no dollars. Loonies and toonies! I'm a regular expert.
Thank you! I like reading your posts too. You're clear and descriptive and you move things along. I can't tell you how lucky I feel that you decided to respond to my interest check.
No worries, I think it's cool that you're so devoted to dance. Talk away! :) I'd love to hear the music you guys use, if the songs are on youtube or something.
Did you say you're getting a huge snow storm? Does school get cancelled often because of the snow? You can talk as much about dance as you want if you'll forgive me for asking nosy, ignorant questions about Canada stuff. I mean, I talk to my old roommate about stuff like that but she lived in the US since she was like 5, and only recently moved back, so she's still adjusting. Plus Quebec's gotta be different from NS, right? I noticed you said "housecoat" in you last post and I googled it to see what that was lol. Do I use any words that sound distinctly American? Sorry, I'm weirdly interested in other cultures, even though I'm sure ours are pretty similar of course x)
Haha, I'm thinking I should call the office maintenance guy anyway, just make sure I did the right thing to fix the leak.
Did you say you're getting a huge snow storm? Does school get cancelled often because of the snow? You can talk as much about dance as you want if you'll forgive me for asking nosy, ignorant questions about Canada stuff. I mean, I talk to my old roommate about stuff like that but she lived in the US since she was like 5, and only recently moved back, so she's still adjusting. Plus Quebec's gotta be different from NS, right? I noticed you said "housecoat" in you last post and I googled it to see what that was lol. Do I use any words that sound distinctly American? Sorry, I'm weirdly interested in other cultures, even though I'm sure ours are pretty similar of course x)
Haha, I'm thinking I should call the office maintenance guy anyway, just make sure I did the right thing to fix the leak.
“Goodnight, Charlie.”
Half-lidded eyes followed the girl’s slender frame until she disappeared into hall, closing the bedroom door behind her. After a moment, Mila strolled into the half bath and turned on the sink, to give the impression she preparing for bed. One of the greatest perks about her condition was being in a state of immaculate personal hygiene with minimal effort. No matter how long she neglected to groom herself, her hair was always perfect, her breath sweet, teeth white and her skin soft and clean. As she waited, she glanced up at her reflection in the mirror. Three hundred years and the same beautiful face still stared back at her – all to lure pure, unsuspecting souls into her embrace. She studied her own features with an impassive, almost sorrowful expression… Then she flashed herself a toothy grin and ran a tongue over the incisors that were already showing.
‘Not too much longer.’
Flooded with anticipation, she paced the room, her ears perked to catch the noises from the rooms down the hall. She could hear a faucet running, then the squeak of a door and footsteps on the carpet. After a few more minutes of agitated listening she finally lay down on her bed to wait out the last few agonizing hours.
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The digital clock on her nightstand read 3:29 am.
With stealthy, inhuman speed, Mila crossed the short distance that separated her from the other bedroom. The door gave just the barest creak as she pushed it carefully open and stole through the darkness of the room, easily navigating around any obstacles in her way. In a second, she was at the young woman’s side, her frame bent as she placed one knee and then the other on the mattress to lean over the sleeping form nestled peacefully between so many pillows.
Moonlight shown through the bedroom window. It fell over Charlie’s face and neck, making her skin seem to glow faintly in the darkness. As impatient as she’d felt before, Mila took her time to admire her prize. A loose strand of hair had fallen across Charlie’s cheek as she slept and Mila pushed it back into place with a slow caress. Her cool, slender fingers trailed down along the edge of the girl’s jawline, pausing to gently tilt her chin up to expose more of her neck.
How wonderfully easy it had been to manipulate her way into this girl’s life. The vampire brought her lips to the skin and pressed them lightly, just beneath her jawline. She inhaled. “It would be a shame,” Mila breathed, voice low and husky, cool breath tickling just below the girl’s ear, “to devour you all in one sitting.” It took control to be poised like this, her body hovering only inches away from Char’s. Mila touched the skin with the tip of her tongue and began to suckle at the tender spot. Usually she had to be a little more gentle when she didn’t want to wake her prey, but she could tell that this one was out like a light. The thought made her smirk wickedly against her neck as she continued to suck and nip. She took no pains to muffle the soft moans of delight as she worked the skin. The pulse of blood suddenly felt loud and close. Alcohol had no effect on her any more, but the rush she felt now was akin to being drunk. Mila scraped her teeth against soft flesh and exhaled a shuddering sigh of desire, eyes closed, prolonging the bite for just a second more. The more time she took to savor this, the sweeter the taste.
At last she pierced the skin. Warmth gushed into her mouth and she snarled with delight. For a split second, her only thought was to suck every drop the girl had. But instead she wrenched back after a few glorious minutes, a single line of blood running from the corner of her mouth and over her chin. She was skilled at this. She knew just when to stop so that tomorrow, Charlie might feel a little weak, but it would be nothing serious. Mila licked her lips to catch the last few drops. Then she bent to clean the bite with long slow laps of her tongue. When she was finally satisfied, she rolled lazily off to one side of the mattress, propping her head up with her hand so she could study her prey for a bit longer. The girl was so beautiful. And yet she seemed to have no idea just how enchanting her looks and her personality could be. Mila smoothed some of the blonde locks away from her face, moving them cover the bite. It would be difficult but not impossible to notice the two small incisions on the side of her neck. They were faint and they’d heal quickly. Mila continued to pull her fingers idly through her hair, like a pet owner caressing a cat. She still had some time before the sun would be up. Possibly enough time for another round…
The next morning, Mila stood over the stove in the kitchen, busy cooking breakfast. The smell of sizzling bacon, eggs and fresh coffee filled the tiny apartment. She was dressed and looking a little more robust than she had last night. There was a glow about her that hadn’t been there before.
She looked absolutely radiant.
Half-lidded eyes followed the girl’s slender frame until she disappeared into hall, closing the bedroom door behind her. After a moment, Mila strolled into the half bath and turned on the sink, to give the impression she preparing for bed. One of the greatest perks about her condition was being in a state of immaculate personal hygiene with minimal effort. No matter how long she neglected to groom herself, her hair was always perfect, her breath sweet, teeth white and her skin soft and clean. As she waited, she glanced up at her reflection in the mirror. Three hundred years and the same beautiful face still stared back at her – all to lure pure, unsuspecting souls into her embrace. She studied her own features with an impassive, almost sorrowful expression… Then she flashed herself a toothy grin and ran a tongue over the incisors that were already showing.
‘Not too much longer.’
Flooded with anticipation, she paced the room, her ears perked to catch the noises from the rooms down the hall. She could hear a faucet running, then the squeak of a door and footsteps on the carpet. After a few more minutes of agitated listening she finally lay down on her bed to wait out the last few agonizing hours.
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The digital clock on her nightstand read 3:29 am.
With stealthy, inhuman speed, Mila crossed the short distance that separated her from the other bedroom. The door gave just the barest creak as she pushed it carefully open and stole through the darkness of the room, easily navigating around any obstacles in her way. In a second, she was at the young woman’s side, her frame bent as she placed one knee and then the other on the mattress to lean over the sleeping form nestled peacefully between so many pillows.
Moonlight shown through the bedroom window. It fell over Charlie’s face and neck, making her skin seem to glow faintly in the darkness. As impatient as she’d felt before, Mila took her time to admire her prize. A loose strand of hair had fallen across Charlie’s cheek as she slept and Mila pushed it back into place with a slow caress. Her cool, slender fingers trailed down along the edge of the girl’s jawline, pausing to gently tilt her chin up to expose more of her neck.
How wonderfully easy it had been to manipulate her way into this girl’s life. The vampire brought her lips to the skin and pressed them lightly, just beneath her jawline. She inhaled. “It would be a shame,” Mila breathed, voice low and husky, cool breath tickling just below the girl’s ear, “to devour you all in one sitting.” It took control to be poised like this, her body hovering only inches away from Char’s. Mila touched the skin with the tip of her tongue and began to suckle at the tender spot. Usually she had to be a little more gentle when she didn’t want to wake her prey, but she could tell that this one was out like a light. The thought made her smirk wickedly against her neck as she continued to suck and nip. She took no pains to muffle the soft moans of delight as she worked the skin. The pulse of blood suddenly felt loud and close. Alcohol had no effect on her any more, but the rush she felt now was akin to being drunk. Mila scraped her teeth against soft flesh and exhaled a shuddering sigh of desire, eyes closed, prolonging the bite for just a second more. The more time she took to savor this, the sweeter the taste.
At last she pierced the skin. Warmth gushed into her mouth and she snarled with delight. For a split second, her only thought was to suck every drop the girl had. But instead she wrenched back after a few glorious minutes, a single line of blood running from the corner of her mouth and over her chin. She was skilled at this. She knew just when to stop so that tomorrow, Charlie might feel a little weak, but it would be nothing serious. Mila licked her lips to catch the last few drops. Then she bent to clean the bite with long slow laps of her tongue. When she was finally satisfied, she rolled lazily off to one side of the mattress, propping her head up with her hand so she could study her prey for a bit longer. The girl was so beautiful. And yet she seemed to have no idea just how enchanting her looks and her personality could be. Mila smoothed some of the blonde locks away from her face, moving them cover the bite. It would be difficult but not impossible to notice the two small incisions on the side of her neck. They were faint and they’d heal quickly. Mila continued to pull her fingers idly through her hair, like a pet owner caressing a cat. She still had some time before the sun would be up. Possibly enough time for another round…
The next morning, Mila stood over the stove in the kitchen, busy cooking breakfast. The smell of sizzling bacon, eggs and fresh coffee filled the tiny apartment. She was dressed and looking a little more robust than she had last night. There was a glow about her that hadn’t been there before.
She looked absolutely radiant.
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