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  • Old Guild Username: Vocalia
  • Joined: 12 yrs ago
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    1. Vocalia 12 yrs ago
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Status

Recent Statuses

8 yrs ago
Current Want to sleeeeeeeeeeeeep
10 yrs ago
I've recently been assigned to a long-term project team at work and will have my free time drastically reduced. For this reason, I won't be online here as often.
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11 yrs ago
I now haz job. Writing will slow from Friday next week. Majority will be done on weekends and other occassions.
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11 yrs ago
Holiday's over. Back to looking for work.
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11 yrs ago
Busy looking for work now. X_X

Bio

Hello! My username is Vocalia!

A brief background:

> Female from Indonesia, Indonesian as mother tongue, English as fluent second language
> GMT +7 timezone, normally works on weekdays from 6 AM to approx 6 PM local time

Well, with that out of the way, my RP preferences:

> Mostly casual. Can write up to 3 paragraphs with sufficient info for detail expansion
> Advanced intimidates me, but I'm willing to give it a shot when it comes to 1x1
> Has no pairing and gender preferences, though I skew towards MxF or MxM. 18+ is okay with me
> Not terribly fond of post-apocalyptic, cyberpunk, fandom RPs and sci-fi
> Thanks to the Private Convo system, I can now do PM RPs without losing track (Yay!).

That's pretty much it. Feel free to PM me or say hi! I won't bite, I promise! :)

Most Recent Posts

"As far as I know, they run the city. Some of the politicians are the Medicis' meat puppets. They run the house from gambling, money laundering to food smuggling," Hayley replied, biting her lip as she recalled the extent of her involvement on their many operations. "The head honcho of the arena answers directly to Angel McBitch and I've been taking in a little of that blood money for a living," she bitterly admitted.
Hayley sighed and quietly gathered the information she had on her. Meeting Isaac's gaze, she answered his questions, "There are several parties with stakes in the fight arena and their 'investment' is what keeps the arena going and what pays the fighter, including me. One of them is the Medicis, a big mafia family in this city and one of the underground criminal leaders. I don't know if you've come across the likes of 'em in the past. They are a criminal organization with a rigid hierarchy and they don't mess around. Once they want you dead, even their dogs would rip you apart."

Taking a deep breath to pause herself, the blonde then continued, "That bitch you fought? She's Arlia Medici, one of the many capos, or captains, if you will, that works for the Medicis. She's the big boss' baby girl and handles all these illegal fights for money. I've heard stories saying that the entire family was jacked up financially, but never would it cross my mind that the fucking bitch was a powered person too."
"I can still feel my fingers and I'm still breathing, so maybe I'm okay..." Hayley replied with a mellow, but light-hearted tone, disliking the glum look on Isaac's face. "The question is whether or not I would be able to do the same things I could before this when I finally recovered, but I'm not too worried about that." Taking a deep breath, she felt the pain dull and ebb away temporarily as she relaxed her body on the bed. The blonde looked at her raven-haired savior and said, "So... I assume you've got a buttload of questions to ask."
All the time she had to spent resisting the pain left Hayley mentally and physically exhausted. When Isaac, in his many bouts of prudishness, decided to get her some water, all she could do was watch as he left, then muttered, "The hell are you apologizing for...?" Curious about her own state, she gingerly moved her toes and fingers to confirm that she still had all four limbs intact. Even though it hurt to move the toes connected to her injured leg, she was relieved to know that she could potentially recover, but given the extent of her injuries, she realized that she was looking at months of house rest and general struggle and there was no guarantee she would actually fully recover. "Great..." she groaned and sighed, letting her head rest against the pillow.
Hayley hissed and gladly bit into the carbon pillow he gave her, feeling a searing pain spreading from her shoulder. However, she knew that she was screwed if Isaac didn't tend to her wound quickly, so she toughened herself up to the pain and let him do his job. Given what she had seen over the years, the sight of her own flesh was anything but nauseating, but she still disliked it nonetheless. To lessen the risk of gagging, she closed her eyes and turned away, letting him do what he needed to do.
High school is not complete without people that would make your life a living hell. A rival for Ajala is highly appreciated! :D
As she laid helplessly on her bed, Hayley lamented on what happened to her and Isaac. This entire mess wouldn't have happened had I not let Isaac in on that fight... Wish I'd kept my mouth shut, she thought, still somewhat disoriented from her run and the pain of her injuries. She knew that going to the hospital would be a sound choice, but once all was said and done, she would most likely be saddled with a hefty bill, given the extent of her injuries, and records of her civilian life had been less than stellar, especially her criminal record. Sighing quietly, she weakly turned her head around and shouted, "First-aid kit's under the sink!"
"N-No... Isaac... don't," Hayley coughed and panted, trying to catch her breath after the pain of the bullet and buckshot removal disoriented her. "I don't have... enough... to pay for the massive bills I'm going to get... That, and I hate hospitals. P-Please... Anywhere but that..." The woman was too weak to resist or struggle, but she was clearly reluctant to seek help, given her nature and the infamy to her name.
It didn't take her long to put two and two together and nodded without complaints. She secretly wondered why she bothered letting him do what she thought he would do instead of trying to shoo him away, only to realize that he would do it anyway whether she wanted to or not. In a moment of clarity and trust, Hayley grabbed onto the soft carbon and held it between her teeth, bracing for the incoming pain. The moment Isaac started working on the bullets, Hayley bit into the soft carbon cylinder as hard as she could, a muffled scream of pain coming out of her mouth. It made her wish that the auburn-haired woman had killed her instead before Isaac could find her, but her survival instinct forced her to pull through, to hold on despite the excruciating pain.
Groaning in pain and from loss of blood, Hayley weakly looked up at Isaac, visibly relieved to see him despite what she had said, and replied with a hoarse voice, "I'm still breathing... so I'm still alive, just not in one piece..." Looking at her bleeding arm and thigh, she gritted her teeth and told him, "That bitch and her dogs got a good hit or two on me... I think the bullets are lodged inside... along with a few other things..."
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