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27 days ago
Current To have actual creativity, motivation, and inspiration back feels like welcoming home an old familiar friend. Comfortable. It's nice.
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3 yrs ago
Finally recovered from postpartum depression and ready to get back to being creative! My apologies to anyone I ghosted in my time of trial. I didn't understand what I was doing.
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6 yrs ago
Yay! I’m finally a mother! And no, I’m not biased. I know my son is the cutest! 💙
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8 yrs ago
All good things come to those that wait, pray, have patience, laugh, love, and are not afraid to dance.
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Well, you seem to have stumbled across my user profile. I'm assuming you're here for a reason? Perhaps looking for details on this user StarfrostedFox? ... You can just call me Autumn! Or Josie! C:

I have been role-playing off and on for the last 20 or so years, which is surprising to realize, and I find it a relaxing and enjoyable hobby. After an accident that left me blind a little over 17 years ago, I couldn't role-play for quite some time, which was rather devastating. About the time that Apple invented Siri, I was able to get enough money to be able to purchase my very first iPhone. And BAM! The world of role-playing was once again open to me. It has been a long process getting used to dictating stories and I inevitably don't always catch every single mistake, But I have learned a great deal of patience and realize the value of taking things slow and working through my text when something doesn't sound completely right. It was only a couple of years ago that I came across this website and the stories I have had here have taught me a lot about myself. I love to create. Role-playing is one of the only outlets I have for the images in my head. So though I may have a tendency to go through cycles of depression and being antisocial, I always seem to come back in the end.

I love stories involving fantasy, supernatural, adventure, mystery, even romance. There probably isn't a genre out there that I wouldn't give a try before I will say that I don't like it.

My favorite style of role-playing is, hands down, one on one. It helps me feel more involved in the story, gives me a chance to be able to talk with the other person involved in a much more casual way, And more often than not results in a long lasting friend and some of my favorite adventures.

I have a tendency to write on a casual to low Advanced level throughout my stories, the minimum coming out to an average of a couple of paragraphs. I just have so much in my head that I want to get out, I have a hard time writing anything less. Another consequence however is that I can't seem to find a lot of patients with story partners that give me a really short and undetailed response every time. It's discouraging to take the time to write out several detailed paragraphs only to get a sentence in reply. If you're here thinking of asking me to do a story, please keep that in mind.

I do not tolerate swearing, extreme Gore, or sexual content in my stories. Period. Nor do I role-play same gender romantic relationships. That is just not going to happen.

If you made it to the end of this and I haven't scared you off, I think you deserve some virtual cookies. Heck, go get yourself some real cookies. Or donuts. Or pie if that is your preference. It was just me rambling away about myself after all. If you aren't scared off and you were indeed here looking to get a story started, feel free to shoot me a private message. I'm always looking to make new friends and have new adventures.

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Alrighty! :D

So, how did you decide on your username?
See you soon. Cinead sent and this time he actually did smile a little.

The next hour seemed to drag by slowly, But that was to be expected after spending most of the night awake and his thoughts continuously distracted by the Mistry that was Anna. By the time the professor finished her lesson on viral mutations, Cinead Felt as if he had done more yawning then actual note taking. Rubbing absently at the corner of one eye, he packed away his things haphazardly, stowing his phone into his pocket once more. With a slight groan and yet another yawn, Cin headed out of the room, sticking to the hallways as he made his way through the science building, Keeping an eye open for a short curlyhaired figure as he headed towards the biology room.
Aw, All right! Then I will probably use both frequently if not completely default to one of them. I like the name Mandy. It's pretty! Thank you for letting me know.
Reaching his class with a couple of minutes to spare and making his way through the room quickly, Cinead slid into a seat near the back of the classroom as per usual, not wanting to block anyone’s view buy sitting in front of them, he worked on pulling out a notebook and a couple of pencils from his bag, putting his phone on the table in front of him. He had just pulled out his course book when his phone suddenly vibrated, rattling much more loudly against the table's surface then he had been expecting, startling him into dropping his book with a heavy thunk that drew the attention of those closest around him, a few even brave enough to snicker. Cin glanced at these individuals in particular, effectively silencing they're quiet laughter and making them turn away rather hastily. With a minute shake of his head, Cin picked up his phone from the table, turning the volume completely off before checking his messages.

He and Anna might be in the same biology class? That was interesting to say the least. After a moment in which he tried to remember if he had ever seen her before in coming up empty, Cinead wrote out his response.

thank you. And I have Professor Hart for that class. part of him wanted to ask Moore, but he had to keep reminding himself that he would get his answer soon enough. Again, he found it strange how Anna was the one person who could pull out his social side.
Ha ha! Thank you.

Also, do you have a name that you would like me to call you? I frequently find myself talking to my husband about our story and I always hesitate and laugh when I refer to you as that weird chick in our conversation. You can call me Amy, or Autumn, I answer to both. ;)
Slowing once again when his phone vibrated, Cinead attempted to check his message while still in motion. That went fairly well, he didn't crash into any of the other students walking by, but when he attempted to start his reply while walking, he quickly became frustrated and had to come to a stop once more. He didn't understand how everyone else managed to walk and text at the same time, he observed, watching a few of the students pass him that were indeed focused on their phones, fingers tapping away. He briefly shook his head, returning to the much more interesting task of responding to Anna.

Then your time was much more productively spent than mine. Although I didn't have a test that needed my attention, so maybe I am the more fortunate one perhaps. he hesitated as he considered the offer to go hiking. What a strange past time. Then again, humans always seemed to be doing things he couldn't quite comprehend. Maybe he would find that he enjoyed the activity of walking through the mountains instead of gliding over them. I would enjoy spending time with you and your friends on a hike I think. My thanks for the invitation. I also believe you wanted to know some of my schedule today. I have a class that I'm headed to right now and then biology for the next hour before lunch. After that I have a chemistry class that needs my attention. Perhaps that will be the one that announces a test for the end of the semester first.
The first of the inevitable rain drops began falling from a sky covered with thick iron gray clouds, adding yet another layer of precipitation to the already sodden town of Forks Washington as a white Volkswagen beetle that had seen better days pulled out from a driveway in front of a whitewashed two-story house, causing the occupant of the car to sigh heavily. Risa blinked up at the clouds for a moment before turning her lips into a small frown, resolutely refusing to turn on the windshield wipers in hopes that her denial would somehow cause the storm to go away. After several moments in which the rain instead increased in volume, she gave up with a huff of defeat and clicked on the wipers. OK, she loved a good rainstorm, like any sane person, but there had to be a limit on how much water could fall from the sky, right? Apparently not...

Risa Kimura was a thin girl of average height, with sixteen years of life under her belt. She had long silky black hair that fell to the middle of her shoulder blades, bangs cut in layers around her face. She was Japanese by birth, which explained her almond shaped dark brown eyes, but had moved to the United States with her family when she was six she never had found out why her father had decided to take a job in Washington of all places, but she didn't complain. Most of the time. From what she could remember of Japan, it hadn't rained nearly as much as it tended to do here.

And if the rain hadn't been enough of a dampener, Risa was also having to start at a new school in town. Her former high school had recently seen the closing of its doors, the city funding unable to support having such a high concentration of high schools in one area, And had split the student population, sending them to the remaining schools in the area. She, naturally, was part of a smaller group that had been funneled into Forks High, Taking her away from her two best friends and subjecting her to be a subject of curiosity along with the nineteen other students that had been dealt a similar fate. Part of that was probably due to the fact that her parents had decided to purchase a house in the small town recently for some reason, Adding to the stress. Whatever the case was, she was no longer going to be commuting to the next city to get to school.

Pulling into a space in front of what she assumed was the front office, Risa Cut the engine to her car and stuffed the keys into the pocket of her jeans, flipping up the hood on her grey rain jacket before she braved the downpour, making a beeline for the office to get the paperwork for her first day at Forks High.

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Releasing a slow controlled sigh, Jasper Cullen tried his best to work the tension out of his muscles, uncurl his hands from the fists they had become on his thighs. He concentrated on watching The fall of the raindrops out of the back window of the Volvo he was sitting in, focusing on every minute detail as the droplets of water broke against the pavement, the grass, the houses... But of course, his mind was much more capable of focusing on several things at once, so his worry continued to plague his thoughts, despite his effort to put the matter aside. For he and his family, Edward, Rosalie, and Emmett, were once again headed towards the current Hellhole of his life: Forks High school.

Jasper, and the rest of his adoptive family for that matter, were vampires, Predatory creatures that instinctively hunted and fed on the blood of humans, so the simple matter of pretending to be a regular student at a school full of fragile, Breakable, blood filled teenagers was a constant temptation. Fortunately for the unsuspecting humans, the Cullen Family worked particularly hard on resisting the call of human blood, practicing a "vegetarian" lifestyle, preying instead on animals. Being the newest member to the family, the least experienced with interacting with humans, Jasper frequently struggled to stay true to the choice of abstinence.

'It's because I'm weak.' He found himself thinking bitterly, casting his golden gaze down onto his clenched hands, staring at the crisscrossing pattern of scars on his skin. He had lived in such a different world then the others, where he had known nothing but fighting, death, and blood... Going down that particular line of memories wasn't going to help if he wanted to not kill anyone today. Jaw clenched, he lifted his gaze once again to the rain, trying to strengthen his resolve once more.
Heehee. Of course! That makes me happy. :D
Halfway to the first of his morning classes, Cinead finally felt a distinct vibration from his phone, a muted chime accompanying it that his sensitive ears picked out. Slowing his pace, he really didn't want to run into anything or anyone by accident, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the device, Glancing down at the illuminated scream with a notification box on it informing him that he had a message from Anna. Deciding he didn't want to risk trying to text and walk at the same time, Cin stepped over to the edge of the sidewalk, leaning his back against a tree that had been placed in the center of two paths. Tapping the message icon, he unlocked his phone and almost smiled as he read the message. Carefully and slowly, he tapped out a return message, clicking his tongue in annoyance at a few of the auto corrects.

good morning to you as well Anna. The rest of my day was pleasant enough. I headed out to the mountains for a little while to get some exercise. I think it did me good. How did the remainder of your day fair?
I hope so! Thank you again for wanting to do a story with me. This has been a lot of fun. Very relaxing and enjoyable. It's just what I needed.
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