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I'm also looking forward to the OOC! TvT I'm so very excited.
I probably should know this, but who is Cassius? And I was planning to pin the punishment with the oldest brother, so nice. TvT
Thanks! Anything we should discuss about the Mirror World?
I ship that so hard.
Haruo- Cook, Baku
Momoko- Female Maid, Tanuki
Nanasuke- Chauffeur, Karakasa
Momoko- Female Maid, Tanuki
Nanasuke- Chauffeur, Karakasa
Faded Memory said
Well, hello there. I have read this interest check a few times and always move away from it because I was not too available to be so indepth, although I'd love to do so. Now I find myself pretty open. I've only got one RP going on specifically and another one which is supposed to start up soon, so I can definitely do one more. I really liked your introduction as you're very clear in your expectations and desires in a RP partner. A little about myself: I am working full-time and mostly unavailable during weekdays. I do try to make at least one good post a day though. However, this week I'm on vacation and will be able to start something up to at least have the foundation going. :) I'm very flexible with my style and try to avoid using so many pronouns such as shown in this paragraph. ^^; I find your Unlucky Ones topic most interesting, although I must admit my knowledge on the terminology is a little lax. I do understand the general picture though. If you'd like to consider me as a potential Y then please let me know. :)
*cough cough* PM me *cough cough* xD
I think the magic school would be fun.
"I think Father is better!" Skylark argued. Though he loved both his parents, there was a reason Path protected Edge. Path had a group of strong friends, where Edge had a weird admirer he had killed. Skylark had a sinking feeling, Daddy would cheat. He didn't think for a moment that Path might do the same.
As a child, he felt the fear in his Father's heart and echoed it.
"Hm... I think Father would win too, Sky." Edge piped as he walked toward his family, he was wearing a coat with a furry hood and thick, tough' warm boots. He carried a pair of socks in either hand and held them out to his children. "I would never hurt Path... Anywho, you two put these on. They'll keep your toes warm."
Skylark reached out and rubbed his socks on his cheek, they were so fuzzy! He wanted to keep them as his pets, but did as he was told and slipped them on. As Edge scooped up Sleipnir in his arms, Sky dashed over to Father. "Father! Father! Carry me!" He asked cheerily.
Edge cast a look of resolution to Path. "Let's go." He kissed Sleipnir softly on the lips once, to quench his hunger, careful not to get carried away.
As a child, he felt the fear in his Father's heart and echoed it.
"Hm... I think Father would win too, Sky." Edge piped as he walked toward his family, he was wearing a coat with a furry hood and thick, tough' warm boots. He carried a pair of socks in either hand and held them out to his children. "I would never hurt Path... Anywho, you two put these on. They'll keep your toes warm."
Skylark reached out and rubbed his socks on his cheek, they were so fuzzy! He wanted to keep them as his pets, but did as he was told and slipped them on. As Edge scooped up Sleipnir in his arms, Sky dashed over to Father. "Father! Father! Carry me!" He asked cheerily.
Edge cast a look of resolution to Path. "Let's go." He kissed Sleipnir softly on the lips once, to quench his hunger, careful not to get carried away.
Must... Make Edge... force himself on Sleipnir...
That moment when a character begins to think on their own. TuT
That moment when a character begins to think on their own. TuT
Previously, the worst of Greyson's worries was getting a 'B' in Algebra II. Though he was very smart, he did his best not to come off as the nerdy type. He was a stubborn teenager with boy-next-door looks. He had short chestnut hair paired with hazel eyes, and skin the color of curdled milk- light, but not porcelain.
He had that daring quality that made him a bit rediculous at times. Though he had book smarts, he lacked logic and common sense. If a man with a gun asked what one plus one was, he would say 'two' instead of running away. His twin brother, Drayden, was the one that kept him in check. But now...
Drayden was dead. No longer than a week ago, Greyson had been riding with his family in their car. His parents were in the front, and he was in the back with his brother. None of them were prepared for a truck to smash into their car and wreck it. Their car had skidded off of the highway railing and tumbled down a cliff, where the four were tossed and turned. Greyson suffered from a fractured arm, but that was nothing compared to the death of his brother, or the comatose state of his parents.
It all felt like a nightmare. One moment, Drayden was laughing and joking with him, and the next either of them knew, there was blood everywhere. Drayden's body crashed through the window and into the chasm below. Greyson was left to cry and scream and shout until the helicopters came and airlifted him to the hospital.
His arm didn't need a cast, but Grey insisted on having one. The teen was devastated. Though he was fairly popular at school, nobody understood him like Drayden did. And, he was convinced, nobody would ever understand him the way he did.
The male placed a single, non wounded hand on the silvery surface of the mirror. He had been searching the world wide web on how to cope with this kind of loss. One of the ideas was to bring Drayden back. Now, everything he knew about this kind of thing was related to demons and Satan. It was too bad Grey had a vivid imagination. Why did he believe that this would work?
His grandparents had been kind enough to take him in while his parents 'recovered', but he needed Drayden. He needed his support system. On the vanity in his room was a large mirror. Grey was ready to use it. Suddenly, the grandfather clock down the hall began its tolling, and he was suddenly afraid to kiss the cold glass, but urged himself to do it anyways.
To his surprise, he was kissing just a hard surface. Grimacing, the boy began o pull away, but soon realized the lips were stuck! In a slight panic, he tapped the surface of the mirror frantically, but his palms soon stuck as well. Before he knew it, he was being pulled into the mirror. His lips were sealed, he could not even scream.
He had that daring quality that made him a bit rediculous at times. Though he had book smarts, he lacked logic and common sense. If a man with a gun asked what one plus one was, he would say 'two' instead of running away. His twin brother, Drayden, was the one that kept him in check. But now...
Drayden was dead. No longer than a week ago, Greyson had been riding with his family in their car. His parents were in the front, and he was in the back with his brother. None of them were prepared for a truck to smash into their car and wreck it. Their car had skidded off of the highway railing and tumbled down a cliff, where the four were tossed and turned. Greyson suffered from a fractured arm, but that was nothing compared to the death of his brother, or the comatose state of his parents.
It all felt like a nightmare. One moment, Drayden was laughing and joking with him, and the next either of them knew, there was blood everywhere. Drayden's body crashed through the window and into the chasm below. Greyson was left to cry and scream and shout until the helicopters came and airlifted him to the hospital.
His arm didn't need a cast, but Grey insisted on having one. The teen was devastated. Though he was fairly popular at school, nobody understood him like Drayden did. And, he was convinced, nobody would ever understand him the way he did.
The male placed a single, non wounded hand on the silvery surface of the mirror. He had been searching the world wide web on how to cope with this kind of loss. One of the ideas was to bring Drayden back. Now, everything he knew about this kind of thing was related to demons and Satan. It was too bad Grey had a vivid imagination. Why did he believe that this would work?
His grandparents had been kind enough to take him in while his parents 'recovered', but he needed Drayden. He needed his support system. On the vanity in his room was a large mirror. Grey was ready to use it. Suddenly, the grandfather clock down the hall began its tolling, and he was suddenly afraid to kiss the cold glass, but urged himself to do it anyways.
To his surprise, he was kissing just a hard surface. Grimacing, the boy began o pull away, but soon realized the lips were stuck! In a slight panic, he tapped the surface of the mirror frantically, but his palms soon stuck as well. Before he knew it, he was being pulled into the mirror. His lips were sealed, he could not even scream.
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