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Juliette flashed her pearly whites. “That would be lovely, thank you,” she chirped. She walked over to the nearest table and placed her scarf on the surface. Taking a glance towards the heater, a small flicker of a frown crossed her features. She would’ve thought that after it was “miraculously fixed”, it would’ve stayed as such.
“Might I suggest,” Juliette moved towards the heater. “That I have someone come by to fix it?” She hated to suggest that she pay for things, but she hated it even more to see the two suffer.

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A smile spread across Juliette's face when Alicia opened the door. She gave a curt nod and quickly stepped into the apartment. It didn't feel any less cold than it did outside. At least it wasn't windy. She wrapped the scarf from around her neck, draping it over her arm. "Hello dearie," she greeted like a chirp. Despite being French, Juliette had learned English in Britain at her boarding school during her elementary days so she spoke almost perfect English with a posh, British accent.
"Did the heater stop working again?"
A couple of weeks ago, their heater had been working from some miraculous way. Maybe or not Juliette had a hand in it but no one would've suspected. But it felt as if it wasn't working again. She was tempted to offer to buy her friend a new heater, or just buying her one without telling her.

A small wave of emotions washed over Juliette, making her shiver. The feeling of sadness and sickness was always strongest when she was near her subject. The young, sick boy in the other room was the main reason she ever encountered Alicia. Her ward, the person she the most concerned with internally but never showing it. How her heart ached at the thought of what he was going to have to go through in the time to come. But she couldn't warn them. As much as she wanted to, no matter how much it hurt to watch these lovely human beings suffer in this way, she couldn't say anything.

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It was a gray afternoon. A type of gray that could be the beginning of a storm or the end. A floral rainboot splashed through a puddle that was left over from the nightly downpour. With bouncing blonde curls, a young woman approached the apartment complex through the damp parking lot. She was wrapped in blush pink petticoat and a white scarf concealing her neck to protect her from the biting wind. The woman had been back and forth to the small apartment of another woman her age, Alicia, and her younger brother, Jake. A couple months back, she had met the pair at a restaurant when Alicia couldn't afford her bill and she offered to pay. Rather, she didn't offer, she simply paid their bill after hers with a few kind words written on the receipt. Some way or another, the two encountered each other again in a grocery store as if fate had a play in it. A few more times of meeting each other, the two become friends. It was more than fate to the woman though....something no normal person could understand.
Shaking her head out of her thoughts, the woman raised her hand and lightly knocked on the familiar door.

Looking for 1v1 friend !!

Yoooo, what’s up. So I’ve been rping for about 9 (?) years now and it’s been with the same person for quite some time. Unfortunately, her life has gotten a little hectic so I need to find someone to rp with to fill my imagination’s needs.

I am obsessed with superheroes which makes most of my characters super hero based. I would love, love, love to find someone to do one with me. I’m more for OG characters rather than canons but I have no issue with the canons being played by you or in the universe with them. (I’m a DC slut btw) I’m also a slut for romance whether it be fluff or smut, or both. I NEED to have romance in a role play but it doesn’t have to be just that.
I really like character based stories, like tragic ones especially.

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

Juliette giggled at his words, leaning closer to him with her teeth pressing lightly on her bottom lip. Then his phone beeped. Her face dropped, expecting it to be her phone making the noise, but to her surprise it was Ryan’s. “Perhaps you should answer that, love,” she cooed, leaning away from him so he could grab his phone if he wanted.

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

Juliettee flashed her pearly white teeth at him. “You wouldn’t be wrong about that,” she chirped. “You don’t have to worry a single hair on your head.” At those words, she ran a hand over the side of his head, brushing his ginger hair with her nails, then cupping the back of his head. “How do you feel, love?” She asked, soft and sweet.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Ace rolled his eyes at Damian. Looking down, he scrapped the ground with the foot of his prosthetic. “Что еще она могла сделать, это глупо?” He murmures under his breath with a sigh. He pushed his owl-like glasses up his nose with his middle finger then looked at the bat brats. “Ready when you two are,” he stated.
Lacy watched her husband. Of course he wasn’t going with her being injured. “If you’re feeling better, you should go to, darling,” she said.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Lacy watched them glance at each other. "You all are smart, but may I remind you that Ace went two years without being traced after he bombed the city?" She reminded them, not looking at them as she messed with her nails. "Even if that wasn't actually him, I still believe that Senna is going to have more than enough trouble trying to find Z."
There was a soft knock at the door. Ace leaned against the doorframe with arms crossed. "You're not wrong about not being far behind you," he commented to Damian.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Lacy straightened herself then bent backwards trying to stretch her back. She winced a little at the stabbing pain, like little daggers digging into her skin. “You don’t have to worry about hiding her,” she informed them. “Z’s father found out about the little incident and sent her back home. He keeps her in some house off the grid that only him, Z’s mother and Ace really know about. Supposedly anyways.”

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

Juliettee slowly straightened herself from leaning against the counter as he talked. She stepped over to his side and took his hands. She pressed a small kiss on each hand, over his fingers. “Ryan, take a deep breath,” she told him calmly. “You do not need to apologize for the way you are.”
She put his hands down and put hers on each side of his face and looked him in the eye. “You don’t have to everything alone.” She gently grazed her thumb over his undereye. “If anything happens to your mother, you don’t have to worry about your sister. Katherine may seem like a cold, hard b*tch, she is absolutely wonderful with kids. She could watch her while you run your restaurant. Everything will be ok.” She gave him a reassuring smile, her thumbs loveingly rubbing against his cheeks.